"Senoritas—Senoritas," came the voice of the Rebel General, who had climbed up on the side of the bridge.
"What's the matter with that guy?" said Mickey, as she moved toward the foot of the bridge to hear what he had to say.
"Senoritas—can you hear me?" he called across the river.
"Wait a minute—all right, spill it," called Evelyn.
"Senoritas—we do not fight with women—you are perfectly safe."
"Hell's fire—we know that now—ain't we over here?" answered Evelyn.
"A thousand pardons, Senoritas—but we want you to come back and drink with the victorious—to be our guests for the evening."
"Now, you see," explained Evelyn, "that's what I call a gentleman, a real fellow," as she walked over to the American General. "Say old top, would you mind having them gates opened and let us go back on the other side?"
"No, those gates remain closed until this trouble is settled."
"O. K. brother," as she went back to the girls, who were waving at the rebels. "Come on, gang, we'll go back the way we came," and they started off in the river, with much more enthusiasm than the first time.