long as it is politely uttered. The one I prefer is Pedro."
He went out as he spoke to look after the mules, while Lawrence set about kindling a small fire and otherwise making preparations for supper.
The Indian girl, Manuela, with that prompt and humble obedience characteristic of the race to which she belonged, had gone at once into the little closet which her companion had pointed out, and was by that time busily arranging it as a sleeping chamber for the night.
COMPACT WITH THE NEW FRIEND AND DISCOVERY OF AN OLD ONE.
Keeping the fire low in order to prevent its being seen by any of the wandering bands of patriots--alias soldiers, alias banditti--who might chance to be in the neighbourhood, the three travellers thus thrown unexpectedly together ate their supper in comparative silence, Lawrence and Pedro exchanging a comment on the viands now and then, and the handsome Indian g