"No, thank you, I must get back," answered Dick, and, having witnessed Don Ferdinand Hondora give once more his shadow-pictures with his shoulders, eyebrows and fingers, Dick parted from him, after an elaborate series of bows and handshakes.
"This life is too slow for me," remarked our hero, as he got outside, and made his way back to where he had left his chums. "Business from eleven to twelve, and from three to four, I presume. Two hours a day! Whew! If dad was down here he'd turn things upside down, and as for Uncle Ezra, he'd have a conniption fit! A siesta! Good land! I'm beginning to feel sleepy myself!"
The youth walked rapidly along, thereby attracting much attention, for his pace was entirely different from that of the slow-moving and leisure-loving Cubans and Spaniards.
Dick found his chums waiting for him, and they had had their fill of the very excellent chocolate served to them. The young millionaire explained his visit to the lawyer, and amused them with his account of the easy-going methods in vogue.
"Think of a lawyer closing up his ofiice to go to hear the band play!" exclaimed Dick.
"It sure is odd," agreed Beeby. "If it was a gall game now, it wouldn't be so bad."
"But there's nothing to hinder us from going to hear the band; is there?" asked Paul Drew.
"Especially as we're very likely to see some
