up, hurriedly dashing away her tears, her eyes
flashing as if she were ashamed of being seen crying; and, looking
sharply from one to the other, she frowned, stamped her little foot upon
the earthen floor, and pointed through the open door.

"_Juan malo_!" she cried, and, springing to where the knife lay, she
caught it up, ran outside, and sent it flying in amongst the trees.
Then coming back, she approached Pen.

"_Juan malo_!" she cried. "_Malo_--_malo_!"

"_Mal_--bad," said Pen, smiling. "That's Latin as well as Spanish.
_Si_," he continued, to the girl, "_Juan mal_--_malo_."

The girl nodded quickly and pointed to his hand. "_Navajo_?" she said.

"What does that mean?" said Pen. "Knife?" And he shook his head. "No,
no, no, no," he said, and to give effect to his words he energetically
struck the injured hand into its fellow-palm, and then held up the
knuckles, which had begun to bleed again.

The girl smiled and nodded, and she made again to take the handkerchief
from her neck to bind it up.

"No, no, no!" cried Pen, laughing and shaking his head.

The girl looked a little annoyed, and smiled again, and pointed to the
provisions she had brought.

"_Queso, pano_," she said. "_Las uvas_;" and she caught up one of the
bunches of grapes, picked off a few, and placed them in Punch's hand.
Then turning quickly to the door, she stopped to look round. "_Juan
malo_!" she cried; and the next minute she was out of sight.

"Ah!" said Punch with a sigh, "wish I was a Spaniel and could tell her
what a good little lass she is, or that I was a scholar like you are;
I'd know how you do it. Why, you quite began to talk her lingo at once.
Think that chap's waiting to begin bullying her again?"

"I hope not, Punch."

"So do I. Perhaps he won't for fear that she should tell you, and him
have to run up against your fist again."

"It's a bad job, Punch, and I want to go down to the stream to bathe my
hand. I dare say I should see him if he were hanging about, for the
girl came from that way."

"But you needn't say it's a bad job," said Punch. "There's nothing to
mind."

"I hope not," said Pen thoughtfully. "Perhaps there's nothing to mind.
It would have been a deal worse if the French had found out that we were
here."

"Yes, ever so much," said Punch. "Here, have some of these grapes; they
are fine. Do you know, that bit of a spurt did me good. I feel better
now as long as I lie quite still. Just as i