broad of shoulder. As it was, they stood breast to breast with difficulty, and yet not daring to make a sound.
A shout came from the trail, sounding in strange contrast to the song Josefina had begun to sing—an old-fashioned Cuban ditty about a sailor and his lass. Soon the soldiers drew closer, and several came around to the side of the hut.
"Ho! within there!" came in Spanish. "Where is that wretch we are after?"
"Wretch!" answered Josefina, in pretended surprise. "Whom do you mean, kind sirs?"
"You know well enough—the tall fellow who knocked over our guards and ran in this direction."
"I have seen nobody; I have been busy washing," answered Josefina, pointing to a few articles of wearing apparel which lay soaking in a water-butt.
"You cannot humbug us!" cried the leader of the Spanish detachment, in a fury. "Tell me where they are, or I'll run you through!" And he ran at Josefina with pointed sword. It is doubtful if he intended to carry out his threat, but the wench thought him in earnest, and the yell she gave would have done credit to a cannibal of the South Sea Islands.
