Don Porfidio had somehow guessed the truth, or been let in on the ground floor by Beven.
Was it war, or peace?
Roderic should have disliked the job exceedingly had he been compelled to administer any sort of drubbing to his excellency the good and gruff don, but nevertheless had the fates demanded it he must have obeyed the call to duty.
On the whole, therefore, he was well pleased when the big Porto Rican soldier suddenly thrust out his hand, saying:
"Por Dios! I honor a brave man who risks much to see one he loves. Senor Owen, success to you!"
Roderic took the hand that was offered—he had much respect for this patriot and veteran.
"Thank you, senor," he replied.
"All is well?"
"Delightfully so."