Glancing around and determining to find out a few facts as soon as possible, he rode up to the low door and pounded upon it with the butt of his Colt.

After waiting for possibly half a minute and receiving no response he hammered a tune upon it with two Colts and had the satisfaction of seeing half a score of heads protrude from the windows in the nearby houses.
"If I could scare up another gun I might get th' whole blamed town up," he grumbled whimsically, and fell on the door with another tune.
"Who is it ?" came from within.

The voice was distinctly feminine and Hopalong winked to himself in congratulation.
"Me," he replied, twirling his fingers from his nose at the curious, forgetting that the darkness hid his actions from sight.
"Yes, I know; but who is 'me' ?" Came from the house.
"Ain't I a fool!" he complained to himself, and raising his voice he replied coaxingly, "Open th' door a bit an' see.

Are yu Carmencita ?" "O-o-o! but you must tell me who it is first." "Mr.Cassidy," he replied, flushing at the 'mister,' "an' I wants to see Carmencita." "Carmencita who ?" teasingly came from behind the door.

Hopalong scratched his head.