“Did you bring our mail back with you from Corbett’s?” she innocently inquired.

“Yes, senorita.”

“Since when have I been ‘senorita’ to you, Ramon?”

“Valencia, I should say.”  He blushed.

“Indeed, I should think so.  It hasn’t been so long since you called me Val.”

“Ah!  Those happy days!” he sighed.

“Fiddlesticks!” she promptly retorted.  “Don’t be a goose.  You’re not in the sere and yellow yet.  Don’t forget you’ll not be twenty-one till next month.”

“One counts time not by years, but by its fullness,” he said, in the manner of one who could tell volumes if he would.

“I see.  And what has been happening of such tremendous importance?”

Mr. Ainsa attempted to twirl his mustache, and was as silent as honor demanded.

“Pooh!  It’s no secret.  Did you find Mr. Gordon at home?”

“At home?” he gasped.

“Well, at Corbett’s, then?”

“I didn’t know——­ Who told you—­er——­”

“I’m not blind and deaf and dumb, you know.”

“But you certainly have a great deal of imagination,” he said, recovering himself.

“Not a bit of it.  You carried a challenge to this American from Don Manuel.  Now, I want to know the answer.”

“Really, my dear girl——­”

“You needn’t try to evade me.  I’m going to know, if I stay here all night.”

“It’s a hold-up, as the Americans say,” he joked.

“I don’t care what you call it.  You have got to tell me, you know.”

“But I can’t tell you, nina.  It isn’t mine to tell.”

“Anyhow, you can’t keep me from guessing,” she said, with an inspiration.

“No, I don’t see how I can very well,” he admitted.

“The American accepted the challenge immediately.”

“But he didn’t,” broke out the young man.

“Then he refused?”

“That’s a little obvious now,” replied Ramon, with a touch of chagrin.

“He was very angry about it, and threatened to call the law to his aid.”

Her friend surrendered at discretion, and broke into a laugh of delight.

“I never saw such a fellow, Val.  He seemed to think it was all a joke.  He must have known why I was there, but before I could get in a word he got hold of my hand and shook it till I wanted to shriek with the pain.  He’s got a grip like a bear.  And he persisted in assuming we were the best of friends.  Wouldn’t read the letter at all.”

“But after he did?”

“Said duels were not fashionable among his people any more.”

“He is very sensible, but I’m afraid Manuel won’t rest satisfied with that,” the girl sighed.

“I hinted as much, and told him to go armed.  What do you think the madman did then?”

“I can never guess.”

Ramon retailed the chicken-shooting episode.

“You were to mention that to Manuel, I suppose?’” the girl said thoughtfully.