Then
the rebels scooted down that way to repulse the new attack, and I took
a chance and landed. Not a soul in sight. And here I am."
Jack was speechless. But the look in his eyes betrayed his emotion.
"Bob, I'm proud of you," said Mr. Hampton. "Well, let's hurry away
before it is too late."
Rafaela stepped from her place of concealment.
"Aren't you going to say farewell?" she asked.
Bob looked at her in astonishment. Mr. Hampton, with a twinkle in his
eye, viewed Jack ardently. The latter advanced with extended hand.
"Miss Calomares," he said, "I can't tell you how grateful I am. I hope
we shall meet again."
"Miss Calomares?" muttered Bob, under his breath, his eyes on the
beautiful girl. "Jack certainly has moved fast. I don't get this."
Mr. Hampton took pity on him.
"Miss Calomares," he said, leading Bob forward. "This is my son's
chum. He came with him tonight in his airplane."
The girl held out her hand. Bob took it as in a daze.
"Pinch me," he said, in an aside to Jack.
All heard the remark, and laughed at Bob's mystification.
"Come," said Mr. Hampton, and once more moved toward the door. Once
more, however, his steps were arrested by a noise outside. This time
they heard the shouts of many men approaching the house and crying
"Viva, Calomares.
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