Stopping in front of one of the racks, Santiago placed his rifle in it, and then from another took a couple of small swords, one of which he handed to Billie.
"This is a bug house sure enough," muttered the boy as he took the sword and examined it curiously. "I wonder what next?"
He had not long to wait, for opening a closet, Santiago took therefrom two beautifully embroidered robes, one of which he threw over his own shoulders and the other of which he put on Billie.
"It doesn't hardly match my hat," laughed Billie.
Without a word, Santiago removed Billie's sombrero and hung it on a peg in the closet, which he closed.
Then he opened another door and led Billie into a large, brilliantly lighted room, hung with the richest tapestries.
"Looks like we had strayed into some Turkish bath house," thought Billie, "but I might as well see the thing through."
"Sit here beside me, my son," Santiago finally said. "You shall become my heir. I will introduce you to the court."
Santiago clapped his hands, as though bidding a servant to attend; but there was no response.
He turned his head from one side to the other as though in amazement and again clapped his hands, this time with vigor.