She drew rein in approved Gaucho style, bringing her mount to a dead stop from a gallop.
"Where is the President ?" she asked breathlessly.
"There, senhora," said an orderly, pointing to a marquee, open on every side, wherein De Sylva sat in conference with his staff.
So many officers and mounted soldiers were coming and going, so great was the bustle of preparation for some important movement then in train, that no one specially noted her arrival.

She dismounted, and drew the reins across the horse's head ere she tied him to a tree.

She saw a tall young man emerge from the tent, jump on a charger held by a soldier, and ride off at a fast pace toward the house of Las Flores, which stood in a large garden on the slope of a neighboring hill.

His appearance seemed to puzzle her momentarily.

His attire was that of Brazil, but neither his manner nor horsemanship was typical of the Brasileiro.