“Your Honor,” he whispered, “she is not a child—she is a woman, and a ghost-woman at that.” “Nonsense; nonsense, man. Now I am afraid of your reason. She is very much of a child. See how soundly she sleeps, and the glow of health upon her cheeks,” the Governor replied lightly, notwithstanding the fact that he felt slightly annoyed by the strange actions of his man, as well as his remarks concerning the child. “She may be a child, your Honor, but she prophesies. And I am afraid of people of her size, who make prophecies that come true.” “Explain yourself, Juan, explain yourself; do not talk in riddles. What did the child prophesy?” “It was this way, your Honor. You remember I carried her in my arms from the carriage into the house, when you and her came home from the banquet last night?” “I certainly do,” assented Governor Lehumada; “also how surprised you were to find her wide-awake, instead of sound asleep.” “I was, your Honor; but was more surprised when she whispered in my ear, and said: ‘Juan, I saw the “Plunger from Kansas” to-night.’” “‘Who is he?’ I asked. “‘Have you not heard of him, Juan?’ “‘No,’ I said. ‘Does he plunge in a Kansas river?’ “‘Oh, how stupid. No, he does not _plunge_ at all now. He made a big _plunge_ about one hundred and fifty years ago—but not in a river—oh, no, not in a river. You are a funny man, Juan; but then, you do not _remember_.’ “‘Yes, I do remember much; but not anything about this man who _plunged_, and not into a river, one hundred and fifty years ago. Say, chile, you is dreaming, honey. Come, Juanita will put the precious _niña_ in bed.’ I led her to the housekeeper’s room, and as we went, she said: “‘You are funny, Juan. I am awake, not dreaming. You will see the “Plunger from Kansas” to-morrow.’” “‘How will I know him when I see him?’ I asked. “‘Oh, he will come to this house to see Governor Lehumada in the morning, and when he gets here he will say: “You are Juan, the Governor’s man? Is his Honor in?” and when you say he is, the ‘Plunger’ will reply: “I came to see him, but I will not call this day. Please hand him this, with my compliments,” and he will hand you a package.’ “Well, he did come, and he did say just what the child prophesied, and he did give me this package, your Honor. Take it, please. I am afraid of it. The devil is let loose, as certain as fate. And I think this fluid you tell about in your great book, is the cause of so much trouble.” The Governor had an interested and amused smile on his face as he opened the package handed him by his man.