When I went to the other room I found Hildegarde sitting up; she had heard voices in the front chamber, and, knowing that this was hardly the appropriate hour for a cabinet meeting, had begun to be curious, as well as to worry.
“What is it, Morgan?” she asked.
“Sam has been shorn of his locks—I am a back number. It seems old Toreado was not dead, after all, so they rallied to him, and I’m no longer the exalted president.”
“Oh! I’m so glad,” was what she said, embracing me.
“Are you? That’s good. You are no happier over it than I am, for now we can take that cruise to Egypt—if we ever get out of here safely.”
“Morgan, is there danger?” she said, standing up.
“It would be folly to deny it. Robbins says they are soon coming, inflamed by the sly old padres and Toreado’s jealousy of me—coming to put me in that dungeon again and feed me on—— Bah! it makes me tired to even think of it; and consequently I’m afraid we must get out of Bolivar in a hurry.”
“Don’t worry about me—I’m ready to go anywhere with you, Morgan.”
Of course, I kissed her—who wouldn’t?
“You are a good rider, darling?”