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Without waiting to see the cause of Billie's fall any more than to ask if he was hit, the Jackies pushed on toward the water works, leaving Billie to look out for himself as best he could until the work in hand was completed. "This is sure enough tough luck," was Billie's comment as he helped the horse to his feet and examined the wound. "It will lay him up for a week."
I'll certainly never address another word to her, but it's so hard to remember not to be agreeable." The placid depths of Billie's amiable nature had been so stirred by the incident that it took her some time to calm down, and she went blindly along the trail following Ben without seeing anything or anybody. "Don't let her jar you, Billie," said Ben, soothingly.
Carefully she drew it out and transferred it from her right hand to her left. There was an unacknowledged relief in Billie's heart that there were no matches. She felt she would rather get out of the library in the dark than make any investigations with a match. Once in the hall she would decide what to do. She was morally certain now that someone else was in the room.
She stole away presently, leaving Tia Juana to her incantations, and returned to the shack, but José had fallen into uneasy slumber, and after moistening the bandage about his head, she started for home. The old woman's account of her nocturnal adventure would not be exorcised from Billie's thoughts.
The fusillade of shots recommenced, but a groan had started and spread among the watchers at the windows. "What is it?" Billie's tone was still steady, but a chill had crept into her veins. "They've got a new battering-ram; looks like a telegraph pole! No door could hold against it," Baggott muttered. "It's all up with us now!"
"Yes, when you're in civilization," put in Laura. "But not out here." "I've found another one!" cried Billie, who had been prospecting on her own account. "And here's another! Why we'll have a big illumination before we're through." "That's the way to talk," said Mrs. Gilligan approvingly, as she crossed over to Billie's side of the large hall and began to light the other candles.
"You'll make all the necessary explanations to the crowd you bring out, Don," was Billie's parting words. "Adrian and I will explain the nature of the trip to our fellows as we ride along." This they did, and gave the soldier boys a little history of their own troubles in reaching Vera Cruz. "No explanations are necessary," remarked a young chap by the name of Brooks, a corporal.
As a matter of truth, they had at one time made full arrangement for it, but even with the encouragement and interest of half of the regiment they somehow failed to achieve collision. If Dan became a victim of police duty, no jeering was so destructive to the feelings as Billie's comment.
Sam caught Billie's eye. It had an unspoken appeal in it. He gave an imperceptible nod, a reassuring nod, the nod of a man who understood all and was prepared to handle the situation. "Come, Peters," he said in a deep, firm, quiet voice, laying a hand on the clerk's arm. "It's time that you went." "Yes, indeed, Mr. Samuel! Yes, yes, indeed!"
It was not as yellow as Billie's, yet at first glance it reminded him of hers, with a sick longing for lost beauty and romance.
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