or a contradiction; I am not thinking of interviewing you. I am an American and the representative of an American newspaper. As such, I am supposed, while in Cuba, to maintain a neutrality. I had intended, before I met Don Navarro, to call upon you in a professional capacity, but now I find myself your guest. It is for you to say what is your pleasure in the matter."
Don Quesada studies keenly the face of the war correspondent, but reads only sincerity in the frank blue eyes. Then he looks at Navarro and the latter extends his hand to Jack.
"Ashley, I believe we understand one another," he says. "There is no need of further explanations. If there is any interviewing to be done, you can operate on me. I believe Don Quesada will willingly allow me to submit to the ordeal."
"I will be merciful," smiles Ashley. "But before I proceed further, permit me to present the vouchers for my discretion and reliability," and he passes over a letter which relieves Don Quesada of any possible distrust of his acquaintance of a few hours.
It is late in the afternoon when Navarro announces that he must depart. Ashley is courteously invited to enjoy for as long a time as he may care to the hospitality of the quinta, but duty demands his presence at Santiago until he gets his affairs into shape. However, he promises to call frequently while he is in this part of the country, a pledge he anticipates much pleasure in fulfilling. And as he rides away with Navarro his usually cool head is disturbed by speculations as to the probable relations between Don Carlos Navarro and Juanita de Quesada.
"By the way, Navarro," he says, suddenly to his companion, "is there any likelihood of my ever chancing upon El Terredo, the mysterious revolutionary leader whom we were discussing this afternoon?"
"Possibly," is the reply. The travelers have reached a fork in the road, about half-way between Santos and Santiago.
"My path lies yonder," says Navarro, pointing to the north. "We must part here."
