"MITSOS SURVEYED HIM WITH EASY INDIFFERENCE"
Petrobey laughed.
"You are Mitsos, no doubt," he said. "Welcome, cousin, for Nicholas's sake and your own."
"I really am very sorry," said the boy; "but how should I know? I have come from Nauplia. Uncle Nicholas arrived safely."
"That is good, and you have arrived safely, which is also good. This is my son Yanni, Mitsos, and your cousin. Yanni, take your cousin's horse and then join us."
Mitsos hesitated a moment before giving the bridle to Yanni.
"Thank you very much," he said; "but I can put the horse up myself if you will show me where. My father told me always to put it up myself. They laughed at me at the inn at Tripoli for doing so."
"Indeed," said Petrobey, glancing at the boy's shoulders; "I would never laugh at you, Mitsos. What did you do?"