She extended her hand. He met it in firm grasp.
The call for supper had been made, but they had not heard.
The company was around them.
"Ah, Captain! Ah, señora! what have we here? a betrothal?"
Carmelita Mendoza, with her father, was but a pace away.
"Friends, friends, to the supper room!" called the host.
The guests obeyed.
CHAPTER XI
AT THE SUPPER
"My friends, nature prepares a generous harvest against the months of winter. Let us enjoy the good things at table in anticipation of our share of that harvest. Amigos, to our seats!"