Chapter Twenty Four.
El Sol and La Luna.
“Come,” said Seguin, touching me on the arm, “our supper is ready; I see the doctor beckoning us.” I was not slow to answer the call, for the cool air of the evening had sharpened my appetite. We approached the tent, in front of which was a fire.
Over this, the doctor, assisted by Gode and a pueblo peon, was just giving the finishing touch to a savoury supper.
Part of it had already been carried inside the tent. We followed it, and took our seats upon saddles, blankets, and packs.
“Why, doctor,” said Seguin, “you have proved yourself a perfect maître de cuisine to-night. This is a supper for a Lucullus.”
“Ach! mein captain, ich have goet help; Meinherr Gode assist me most wonderful.”
“Well, Mr Haller and I will do full justice to your dishes. Let us to them at once!”