"We expect him to recover."
"You seem to know this lady," Walthew broke in.
Carson smiled.
"I haven't had the pleasure of being presented, but I've seen Miss Sarmiento once or twice, and it would be strange if I forgot her."
His easy good-humor disarmed Walthew.
"Did you deliver the President's despatches?" he asked.
"Yes. To tell the truth, I was glad to get rid of them—and I imagine Miss Sarmiento acted wisely in leaving the town. Now, however, I'm naturally curious to know what you mean to do with me."
"Will you give us your word not to tell any of the President's supporters that you have met us?"
"I'll promise with pleasure. I feel that I've done enough in carrying his despatches."
"Very well," said Grahame. "That clears the ground; but we must talk it over together."