"Nothing else?"
"And a roll or two, excellency."
"What does he eat after that?" Harry demanded, rather anxiously.
"Nothing, caballero, until the next meal."
"Chocolate and a roll or two," muttered Harry. "I am afraid that wouldn't hold me through a day's work. Not even a forenoon's toil. I never did like to diet on a plan of tightening my belt."
"Anything for which the caballero will ask shall be brought," replied Nicolas, with another bow.
"How about a steak, Tom?" Harry asked, turning to his chum.
"Pardon, excellency, but we have no such thing here," Nicolas interposed, meekly.
"Eggs?" Harry guessed.
"Excellency, we shall hope to have some eggs by to-morrow,"