"Nonsense—say it!"
He squirmed, and Nan saw him grow red in the moonlight.
"Aw—g'wan—I couldn't say that."
"Say it, if you mean it!" she demanded, imperiously.
"You won't laugh at me?" suspiciously.
She shook her head.
Shamefacedly he stammered while the perspiration came out on his forehead:
"Love—I love you"
"More than anybody?"
"More than anybody," he repeated after her.
He did not find it so difficult again.
In the soft radiance of the enchanted night, being young and unhampered and exalted of mood, they murmured to each other something of their thoughts and feelings, each halting admission furnishing a fresh thrill.
"Tu estas mi querida!" Ben looked at her in ecstacy. "You are sweet—you are beautiful! I never saw a girl like you."
"Time to go to bed!" Mrs. Gallagher's prosaic interruption from the Montejo door-
