CHAPTER XXXII
MORE ADVENTURE AHEAD
"Farewell, Senor Jack Hampton."
Jack clasped the sprightly Spanish girl's hand, reluctant to release
it. It was noon of the next day. Brilliant sunshine flooded the
landing field of the Calomares ranch. Bob already had clambered into
the pilot's seat of the airplane. Mr. Hampton stood to one side,
exchanging farewells with Don Fernandez.
"Not farewell, Senorita," said Jack, ardently. "We must meet again."
The girl shrugged.
"But where?" said she. "Will you come back to capture our castle
again?"
"No," said Jack, grinning. "But," he added, significantly, "I may come
back--to capture one of its inhabitants."
Low though his tone was, the words reached the ears of Donna Ana, the
ever-present duenna, and she glared at him. This was no way for a
brash young Americano to be speaking to the daughter of the great Don
Fernandez. Jack caught the glance and laughed. He turned to the
duenna and extended his hand.
"Farewell, Donna Ana," he said. "It's been such a pleasure to meet
you."
The wizened old duenna was nonplussed. She did not know whether to
resent this pleasantry or be gratified by it. Mechanically she
accepted Jack's extended hand.
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