"What did you do to scare that girl, Jo?" inquired Jim severely of his brother.
"Nothing," declared Jo, stoutly. "It was the sight of your face. It would give a wooden Injun a chill." Jim felt of the said face reflectively.
"I guess you are right, Jo," he admitted, "but you ain't so charming in appearance that you would do any damage."
"Let's walk along this side," proposed Jo. "Perhaps we will locate the breakfast."
So they stalked along, more or less conscious that a pair of dark blue eyes were regarding them, and they thought they heard a trill of laughter, but it might have been one of the maids. They need not have felt embarrassed for there was the grace in their movements that goes with strength and youth and suppleness.
They were walking under a perfect bower of flowers anyway. For this side was beautifully latticed and over the lattice work grew vines with purple and golden flowers, that would give a grateful shade when the California sun would drive the fog away.
Under foot there was a double flagging of stone with trodden dirt on either side.
"I don't see a broom anywhere," said Jo.
Just then they heard the voice of Senor Sebastian behind them and they turned quickly.