"I didn't know that there were any Indians left," the monitor confessed; and Ralph laughed.
"Plenty of them; and then there are the Gauchos—they are of Spanish descent, and they are for ever fighting with the Indians. It is very different living out there; and, even in the towns, men seldom go about unarmed."
"Pleasant," was Warren's remark. "I think that I will stop where I am; even if we do get midnight visitors now and again."
"I say, that subject is forbidden," laughed Ralph.
And then he was silent so long that, presently, Warren asked him what he was thinking of, and Ralph sighed.
"Something that is hardly ever out of my thoughts," he answered gravely. "Speaking of my old home brought it back——"
"Your father?" queried Warren; and Ralph nodded.
"It must be precious hard for you," the monitor said. "I think that if I were in your place I should go silly."
"No, you would do what I do, old fellow; just pray to God to bring things right. I felt bad at first, and it was Mrs. St. Clive who taught me to be brave."