"Now you know me!" Pancho went on. "Ah! my frand! 'Ow glad I am for to see you some more! Pedro! Venustiano! Ees my friend! Sabbe! Orders like my own! Serve 'im as you would me!" He went to Gilbert and frankly embraced him in the Latin fashion. "Eet's 'ell of a good thing I reckernize you!" he laughed, hugging his old friend close. He could never forget his kindness that night so many years ago; and to think he had run across his deliverer now!
Everyone was relieved. Their troubles would now be ended.
"And you ain't going to rob him, after all?" Uncle Henry piped up.
"Rob 'im? Rob my frand?" Lopez repeated.
"Ain't you?" Uncle Henry cried.
The bandit looked at him, wonder in his eyes. "No! Ciertamente no!"
"Hooray!" the old man yelled, and would have risen in his chair could he have done so.
"Say, who the 'ell is that?" said Lopez, addressing himself to Gilbert.
"He's my uncle," young Jones answered.