The Gringos the Gringos

Into the immaculate patio thus formed before the porch, Dade led the way boldly, as one sure of his welcome. Behind the vines a girl’s voice, speaking rapidly and softly with a laugh running all through the tones, hushed as suddenly as does a wild bird’s twitter when strange steps approach. And just as suddenly did Dade’s nostrils flare with the quick breath he drew; for tones, if one listens understandingly, may tell a great deal. Even Jack knew instinctively that a young man sat with the girl behind the vines.