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Rh The conversation came to an end, and in a minute more Señor Rousana appeared on the veranda and bowed low.

"A great honor," he said, in an oily manner. "May I ask what brings you Americans to my humble home?"

"I want to talk to Friar Ponprè," said Ben, shortly.

"Yes? And you are—?" Señor Rousana paused inquiringly.

"I am Captain Ben Russell, of the American army."

At the mention of the name there was a slight movement in the room beyond. Stepping to the blind of a handy window, Ben threw it open suddenly, and found himself face to face with Alfredo Ponprè, who had come forward to listen to what was being said.