“You’re likely to meet Jimmie anywhere,” said Martin. “He’s a regular Johnnie-on-the-spot. He is the first person to get up and the last one to go to bed. Excitements have a real attraction for him. Haven’t they, Jimsy?” and Martin gave the hammock such an affectionate shake that Jimmie nearly fell out on his face.
The luncheon gong rang out in the summer stillness, and they started toward the house, leaving the players to finish the game.
“José,” asked the major, putting his arm through the young Spaniard’s, “have you any theories about last night?”
“Yes,” replied José. “I do not think it will do any good to hunt for the one who threw the knife. I have, in my country, an enemy. I believe it was he.”
“What?” cried the major. “He has followed you all the way to America, and your life is constantly in danger?”
“I do not think he will come again,” answered José. “At any rate, I am not afraid,” he added, shrugging his shoulders, “and I can do nothing.”
“You could have him arrested,” said Miss Sallie.
“Yes, Madam, I could. But it would not be easy to catch him.”
“Dear, dear!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. “What a dangerous country Spain must be to live in!”
“No more dangerous than America, Madam, I find,” replied José.