But Juan Ramirez seemed to have grown a half a foot as he turned to his American comrade, murmuring hoarsely:
“Now, mi amigo, for the long grass! Henceforth our only cry shall be ‘Viva Cuba Libre!’”
Third Part.
CHAPTER VIII.
“AS GOMEZ WOULD SPEAK.”
“It is your turn, mi amigo!”
“Ready!” responded Hal, rubbing his eyes and then springing to his feet.
As he did so, he caught up the Mauser rifle which had lain at his side as he slept.
It was past sunrise. When he had lain down, the earth was still wrapped in darkness.
There had been a bargain that he should sleep an hour, then rise and stand guard while Juan snatched an hour of refreshing sleep.
Was it all a dream? Hal wondered, as he surveyed the scene with alert eyes while Juan had already commenced to snore.