She drew the curtains together and Adrian was left alone to his own reflections.
"By George!" he exclaimed under his breath, "if I ever get out of this measly country, I'll be glad. I wonder what has become of Billie? Of course he'll look for me, and old Don, too; but it looks as though it might be weeks before I could walk. Well, I don't care. If Mr. Black and Josie got away, that's glory enough for one day."
He settled himself down and tried to go to sleep, but his leg hurt him so that he could not. In fact, the pain was so great that every once in a while he groaned.
After a few of these groans the woman appeared in the door with an earthen vessel filled with hot water.
"If the señor will bind this on his ankle, it will do it much good," she said.
"I'll do anything to get rid of this pain," said Adrian.
He took the jar and, dipping his handkerchief in it, bathed his ankle freely and finally bound the cloth around the swollen part.
"There," he muttered as he at last succeeded in finding a comfortable position, "now I think I can get a little sleep."
How long thereafter it was before he came to himself he did not know, but when he opened his eyes the first streak of daylight was creeping in through a little window.
A minute later there was the rattle of musketry, followed by a hearty American cheer. He raised up to look out of the window, when the side of the room came in with a crash.