“But a short time.”
“How do you like Mexico, Señor?”
“I have seen but little of it as yet.”
“Why, how long have you been in the country, then?”
“Three days,” answered I; “we landed on the 9th.”
“Por Dios! three days, and in our army already!” muttered the Spaniard, throwing up his eyes in unaffected surprise.
I began to think I was interrogated by a lunatic.
“May I ask what countryman you are?” continued the old gentleman.
“What countryman? An American, of course!”
“An American?”