"I'll remain here and get any one who may attempt to run out of the house after you open fire." Slipping across the street, Riley waited.
Scanning the house, from the roof of which the firing had proceeded, his drawn revolver in his hand, Dave made a quick discovery.
"Why, this is the very door from which I saw Cosetta peering out yesterday!" thought the young ensign.

"I wonder if this is his home in Vera Cruz.

I'll make a point of reporting this to Trent as soon as we return." And then Dave heard a voice just inside the door say, in Spanish: "You ought to stop that sniper on the roof.

He took two shots at me as I came up the street." "What infernal work is going on here ?" Ensign Dave Darrin asked himself, hoarsely.

"I how that voice.