"I was waiting to enter, your Excellency," explained the fellow, hurriedly.
"Your name?"
"Guillermo Fando, your Excellency."
"Is that your horse?"
"Sí, your Excellency."
"Take it to my cavalry barracks and deliver it to Coronel Saturnino. A donkey will serve your purpose."
Fando's mouth dropped open. He stared at the President.
"T-take my caballo to the ... the cavalry...."
A little flicker came into the black eyes of the dictator. He said in a somewhat lower tone:
"Is it possible, Fando, that you do not understand Spanish? Perhaps a little season in La Fortuna...."