CHAPTER XXI.
ZUERA.
She came in quickly, motioning for Ephraim to close the door behind her. Then she hurried to Frank, caught his hand, bent and kissed it, murmuring, in Spanish:
“My preserver! Brave American!”
Frank felt the hot blood rush into his face. He drew his hand away swiftly but gently.
“Señorita!” he exclaimed.
She turned her dark eyes up to his. He saw the glow of admiration deep in their ebon depths.
“Ah, but you are brave, señor!” she half whispered, half murmured. “But you must have fought the bulls before?”
“Never.”
“Then it is wonderful!”