two Colts and had the satisfaction of seeing half a score of heads protrude from the windows in the nearby houses.
"If I could scare up another gun I might get th' whole blamed town up," he grumbled whimsically, and fell on the door with another tune.
"Who is it?" came from within. The voice was distinctly feminine and Hopalong winked to himself in congratulation.
"Me," he replied, twirling his fingers from his nose at the curious, forgetting that the darkness hid his actions from sight.
"Yes, I know; but who is 'me'?" came from the house.
"Ain't I a fool!" he complained to himself, and raising his voice he replied coaxingly, "Open th' door a bit an' see. Are yu Carmencita?"
"O-o-o! But you must tell me who it is first."
"Mr. Cassidy," he replied, flushing at the 'mister,' "an' I wants to see Carmencita."
"Carmencita who?" teasingly came from behind the door.
Hopalong scratched his head. "Gee, yu've roped me—I suppose she has got another handle. Oh, yu know—she used to live here about seven years back. She had great big black eyes, pretty cheeks an' a mouth that 'ud stampede anybody. Don't yu know now? She was about so high," holding out his hands in the darkness.
The door opened a trifle on a~chain and Hopalong peered eagerly forward.
"Ah, it is you, the brave Americano! You must go away quick or you will meet with harm. Manuel is awfully jealous and he will kill you! Go at once, please!"
Hopalong pulled at the half-hearted down upon his lip and laughed softly. Then he slid the guns back in their holsters and felt of his sombrero.
"Manuel wants to see me first, Star Eyes."
