his getting tangled with the women. I hoped he would keep away from them.”
Captain Cronin’s laugh almost drew attention from the parade.
“With that head of hair! Keep away from the women! And a Maloney! Hasn’t he got a licence? But, nonsense aside, what do you think of the prospects? It’s a species of filibustering out of my line.”
Vincenti glanced again at Dicky’s head and smiled.
“Rouge et noir,” he said. “There you have it. Make your play, gentlemen. Our money is on the red.”
“The lad’s game,” said Cronin, with a commending look at the tall, easy figure by the steps. “But ’tis all like fly-by-night theatricals to me. The talk’s bigger than the stage; there’s a smell of gasoline in the air, and they’re their own audience and sceneshifters.”
They ceased talking, for General Pilar had descended from the first carriage and had taken his stand upon the top step of Casa Morena. As the oldest member of the cabinet, custom had decreed that he should make the address of welcome, present-
