Don Isaac was also there, and so were Señor and Señora Caceras and Bella. The latter would, of course, remain in Peru; at least everybody thought they would remain, until, immediately after rising from the table, Mr. Dartmoor announced that he had persuaded Señor Caceras to send his wife and daughter to the States with them. There was much rejoicing among the young people at this, for they had been drawn very close by the perils through which they had passed.
“I don’t see how it is possible for me to get ready,” said the señora.
“Try,” urged Mrs. Dartmoor. “I will help you to-night and to-morrow morning.”
“I would advise you to make the journey, madam,” said Don Isaac “Your daughter does not seem to have been well since her exciting experience.”
“No, she has not, and I suppose the journey, especially the sea voyage, would be of great benefit.”
“Indeed it will,” assented Mrs. Dartmoor. “Rosita also needs a change. She has become very nervous. For that matter, I think we have all been somewhat upset by these trying times. I wish your husband could accompany us.”
“I may be able to do so, at least as far as Panama,” he said.
“Then I shall go,” said Señora Caceras.
Bella brightened at this, and Harvey, who had appeared somewhat worried when the conversation had taken a doubtful tone, exclaimed in unromantic, but no less hearty, tones, “Isn’t that bully!”
“General Matajente, I wish that you could go,” said Mrs. Dartmoor.