Hasta manana." Thatcher stood dumb and astounded at this capricious girl.

She saw his mystification instantly.

"It is for the old Cat!" she whispered, jerking her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the sleeping Mrs.P.
"Good night,--go!" He went to give orders for a peon to attend the ladies and their equipage the next day.

He awoke to find Miss De Haro gone, with her escort, towards Monterey.

And without the Plodgitt.
He could not conceal his surprise from the latter lady.