ng in it myself."

Camilla continued to cross-question him with such familiarity that she
suddenly found herself addressing him intimately, in the singular tu.
Absorbed in his own thoughts, Luis Cervantes had ceased listening to
her. He thought:

Where are those men on Pancho Villa's payroll, so admirably equipped
and mounted, who only get paid in those pure silver pieces Villa coins
at the Chihuahua mint? Bah! Barely two dozen half-naked mangy men, some
of them riding decrepit mares with the coat nibbled off from neck to
withers. Can the accounts given by the Government newspapers and by
myself be really true and are these so-called revolutionists simply
bandits grouped together, using the revolution as a wonderful pretext
to glut their thirst for gold and blood? Is it all a lie, then? Were
their sympathizers talking a lot of exalted nonsense?

If on one hand the Government newspapers vied with each other in noisy
proclamation of Federal victory after victory, why then had a paymaster
on his way from Guadalajara started the rumor that President Huerta's
friends and relatives were abandoning the capital and scuttling away to
the nearest port? Was Huerta's, "I shall have peace, at no matter what
cost," a meaningless growl? Well, it looked as though the
revolutionists or bandits, call them what you will, were going to
depose the Government. Tomorrow would therefore belong wholly to them.
A man must consequently be on their side, only on their side.

"No," he said to himself almost aloud, "I don't think I've made a
mistake this time."

"What did you say?" Camilla asked. "I thought you'd lost your
tongue.... I thought the mice had eaten it up!"

Luis Cervantes frowned and cast a hostile glance at this little plump
monkey with her bronzed complexion, her ivory teeth, and her thick
square toes.

"Look here, Tenderfoot, you know how to tell fairy stories, don't you?"

For all answer, Luis made an impatient gesture and moved off, the
girl's ecstatic glance following his retreating figure until it was
lost on the river path. So profound was her absorption that she
shuddered in nervous surprise as she heard the voice of her neighbor,
one-eyed Maria Antonia, who had been spying from her hut, shouting:

"Hey, you there: give him some love powder. Then he might fall for you."

"That's what you'd do, all right!"

"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, you're quite wrong! Faugh! I despise a
tenderfoot, and don't forget it! Ho t