Evidently Allan had been
unable to resist the temptation to follow, after all, and had hung
about hoping to overhear his hero at his best. But when he had
reached his quarters he was surprised to find the boy there ahead
of him.
"How did you beat me home?" he inquired.
"I have been waiting h'impatiently ever since you went out. To be
sure, I have had one little dream--"
"Didn't you follow me to the Garavels'?"
"Oh, boss! Never would I do such."
Seeing that the negro was honest, Kirk decided that somebody had
been spying upon him, but the matter was of so little consequence
that he dismissed it from his mind.
"And what said your female upon your proposal of marriage?" Allan
inquired. "Praise God, I shall h'expire of suspense if you do not
cha-at me the truth."
"Oh, there was a chorus of her relatives in the room. They sat in
my lap all the evening."
"Perhaps it is fartunate, after all. This senorita is rich 'ooman,
and therefar she would be h'expensive for us."
Kirk managed to drive him forth after some effort, and straightway
retired to dream of timid Spanish girls who peeped at him from
behind old ladies, porcelain tigers that laughed inanely at his
jokes, and Guatemalan gentlemen with huge hypnotic eyes of glass.
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