"It's all settled," she announced, at sight of O'Reilly. "I've speeded them up."
"You're an early riser," the latter remarked. "I hardly expected—"
Enriquez broke in. "Such enthusiasm! Such ardor! She whirls a person off his feet."
"It seems that the Junta lacks money for another expedition, so I've made up the deficit. We'll be off in a week."
"Really? Then you're actually—going?"
"Of course."
"It was like a gift from Heaven," Enriquez cried. "Our last embarrassment is removed, and—"
But Johnnie interrupted him. "You're crazy, both of you," he declared, irritably. "Cuba is no place for an American girl. I'm not thinking so much about the danger of capture on the way down as the hardship after she gets there and the fact that she will be thrown among all sorts of men."
The elder man lifted his head. "Every Cuban will know who Miss Evans is, and what she has done for our cause. You do not seem to have a high regard for our chivalry, sir."
"There!" Norine was triumphant.