“See that you do,” growled the big fellow, and then he dropped into an easy chair and soon fell asleep.
“He hasn’t got over that affair on the steamer,” whispered Mark. “He thinks one of us ought to have had that knock-down from Captain Sudlip.”
“Oh, let us forget Captain Sudlip,” said Frank. “I never want to see him again. He was too mean to live.”
Professor Strong had to attend to several matters, including the getting of money on his letter of credit, and while he was gone the boys made themselves at home at the hotel. The quaint hostelry possessed every comfort and all would have been content to have remained there a long while.
But this was not to be. It had already been arranged that they should spend three days in sight-seeing in and around Havana, and then take side trips to Matanzas, Cardenas and other important cities not far away. After this they were to journey to Santiago, where they were to go out on horseback and view El Caney, San Juan, and other battlefields of the late war.
When the professor came in on the evening of the second day, he had a treat in store for them.
“I was passing the Tacon, the principal theater of Havana, when I saw an announcement of a celebrated Spanish dramatic company which is playing there in a round of standard dramas. I would like you to see this playhouse, for its size and beauty is known all over the world, and so I purchased tickets for to-night’s performance.”
“Good!” came from Darry and Frank in a breath.
“I’d like to see a play first rate,” said Mark. “What is it?”
“Othello. I suppose you have all seen this, so you can follow the play even if it is in Spanish.”