sonable
as to be almost humdrum.

So upon this occasion, finding El Sarria in difficulties, he pledged
himself to the hilt to assist that picturesque outlaw. Yet, doubtless,
had he first come across a captain of Migueletes in trouble about
Ramon's capture, he would have taken a hand in bringing about that event
with a truly admirable and engaging impartiality. This was perhaps the
quality which most of all endeared Rollo to his friends.

"Concha--Concha," Rollo was thinking deeply and quickly; "tell me what
kind of girl is this Concha?"

"She is as other girls," said El Sarria, indifferently enough, who had
not till that night troubled his head much about her, "a good enough
girl--a little light-hearted, perhaps, but then--she is an Andaluse, and
what can you expect? Also well-looking----"

"And has been told so as often as I was in my youth!" said the old woman
La Giralda, breaking in. "Of Concha Cabezos this man knows nothing, even
if he be El Sarria risen from the dead (as indeed I suspected from the
first). And if, as he says, she is somewhat light of heart and heel,
the little Concha has a wise head and a heart loyal to all except her
would-be lovers. Being a Sevillana, and with more than a drop of Romany
blood in her veins, she hath never gotten the knack of that. But you may
trust her with your life, young stranger, aye, or (what is harder) with
another woman's secret. Only, meantime, do not make love to her. That is
a game at which the Senorita Concha always wins!"

Rollo twirled his moustache, and thought. He was not so sure. At
twenty-five, to put a woman on such a pedestal is rather a whet to the
appetite of a spirited young man.

"And what do you intend to do with the grave-digging Fernandez?" asked
Rollo.

"Why," said Ramon, simply, "to tell truth, I intended to cover him up in
the grave he had made, all but his head, and let him get out as best he
could!"

"Appropriate," agreed Rollo, "but crude, and in the circumstances not
feasible. We must take this Fernandez indoors after we have arranged the
garrison of the house. We will make his brother nurse him. Fraternal
affection was never better employed, and it will keep them both out of
mischief. And how soon, think you, could your wife be moved?" asked
Rollo.

Ramon shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and turned to La Giralda.

"When I had my second," she said ("he that was hanged at Gibraltar by
the English because the man he stabbed died in ord