“‘Barney,’ says I, ’I’ve found a pond full of the finest kind of water.  It’s the grandest, sweetest, purest water in the world.  Say the word and I’ll go fetch you a bucket of it and you can throw this vile government stuff out the window.  I’ll do anything I can for a friend.’

“‘Has it come to this?’ says O’Connor, raging up and down his cell.  ’Am I to be starved to death and then shot?  I’ll make those traitors feel the weight of an O’Connor’s hand when I get out of this.’  And then he comes to the bars and speaks softer.  ’Has nothing been heard from Dona Isabel?’ he asks.  ‘Though every one else in the world fail,’ says he, ’I trust those eyes of hers.  She will find a way to effect my release.  Do ye think ye could communicate with her?  One word from her—­even a rose would make me sorrow light.  But don’t let her know except with the utmost delicacy, Bowers.  These high-bred Castilians are sensitive and proud.’

“‘Well said, Barney,’ says I.  ’You’ve given me an idea.  I’ll report later.  Something’s got to be pulled off quick, or we’ll both starve.’

“I walked out and down to Hooligan Alley, and then on the other side of the street.  As I went past the window of Dona Isabel Antonia Concha Regalia, out flies the rose as usual and hits me on the ear.

“The door was open, and I took off my hat and walked in.  It wasn’t very light; inside, but there she sat in a rocking-chair by the window smoking a black cheroot.  And when I got closer I saw that she was about thirty-nine, and had never seen a straight front in her life.  I sat down on the arm of her chair, and took the cheroot out of her mouth and stole a kiss.

“‘Hullo, Izzy,’ I says.  ’Excuse my unconventionality, but I feel like I have known you for a month.  Whose Izzy is oo?’

“The lady ducked her head under her mantilla, and drew in a long breath.  I thought she was going to scream, but with all that intake of air she only came out with:  ‘Me likee Americanos.’

“As soon as she said that, I knew that O’Connor and me would be doing things with a knife and fork before the day was over.  I drew a chair beside her, and inside of half an hour we were engaged.  Then I took my hat and said I must go out for a while.

“‘You come back?’ says Izzy, in alarm.

“‘Me go bring preacher,’ says I.  ’Come back twenty minutes.  We marry now.  How you likee?’

“‘Marry to-day?’ says Izzy.  ‘Good!’

“I went down on the beach to the United States consul’s shack.  He was a grizzly man, eighty-two pounds, smoked glasses, five foot eleven, pickled.  He was playing chess with an india-rubber man in white clothes.

“‘Excuse me for interrupting,’ says I, ’but can you tell me how a man could get married quick?’

“The consul gets up and fingers in a pigeonhole.

“’I believe I had a license to perform the ceremony myself, a year or two ago,’ he said.  ‘I’ll look, and—­’