could not find it in the dark. I will make inquiry of Carlota. Let us be calm; let us wait."
"It is well enough for you to say all this, but I, who know better, want no further proof."
"It is not like Helena," Don Abrahan persisted. "Why should she want to meet a servant by night under a tree? It is preposterous!"
"It is her Yankee blood; there is a baseness in it," Roberto declared.
"Grant that it was Helena's shoe that caused you to suffer at this rough fellow's hands—and I am not convinced yet that it was, for ships from Mexico bring many shoes—there would be no harm in the prank of meeting this sailor for a word. Helena is more Yankee than Mexican. It is a strong blood; it is not always base. Captain Sprague was as much a gentleman as ever came to California from any land."
"No harm in meeting him!" Roberto repeated bitterly. It seemed that he had not heard his father beyond these words.
"No harm. It is the custom of Americans to permit their young of the opposite sexes together in all places, at all hours. Custom gives it a different color in their eyes than ours. It is likely she only wanted to practice a little English with one fresh from Boston, to get from him the latest words. She has dreams of going there some day; she doesn't want to go with a stiff tongue."
"It isn't her native speech, her native land. She is Mexican, as I am. Captain Sprague was a Mexi-
