"This is a bug house sure enough," muttered the boy as he took the sword and examined it curiously. "I wonder what next?" He had not long to wait, for opening a closet, Santiago took therefrom two beautifully embroidered robes, one of which he threw over his own shoulders and the other of which he put on Billie. "It doesn't hardly match my hat," laughed Billie. Without a word, Santiago removed Billie's sombrero and hung it on a peg in the closet, which he closed. Then he opened another door and led Billie into a large, brilliantly lighted room, hung with the richest tapestries. "Looks like we had strayed into some Turkish bath house," thought Billie, "but I might as well see the thing through." "Sit here beside me, my son," Santiago finally said. "You shall become my heir. I will introduce you to the court." Santiago clapped his hands, as though bidding a servant to attend; but there was no response. He turned his head from one side to the other as though in amazement and again clapped his hands, this time with vigor. After a moment's delay, there was a movement behind one of the draperies and presently the curtain was drawn back and a man's face appeared. "Come hither," commanded Santiago. The man obeyed. "Where are the others?" demanded Santiago. "Oh, senor," cried the man, "the others have hidden themselves in the cellar!" "Slaves! Cowards!" exclaimed Santiago. "What do they fear?" "The great guns, senor. We might all be killed." "You will certainly be killed if you do not mind what I say," was the reply as Santiago drew his sword. "Now summon the court that I may introduce my son." The man bowed and left the room, and in a few minutes returned accompanied by two more men and several women, all arrayed in fantastic costumes. All bowed as they entered, and Santiago waved his hand. "This is my son and heir," he said. "Come and kiss his hand." They all came forward and kissed Billie's hand, which he held out in order to facilitate the job. "Now," said Santiago, "we----" "Now," interrupted Billie, "if it is all the same to you, Prince, we'll have supper. I haven't had a mouthful to eat since daylight. I'm 'most starved to death." "It is well," agreed Santiago. "It is well that my heir should not die of hunger. Let the table be placed." The order seemed to meet with general approval, and in the course of half an hour there was spread what would have proved a feast at any time, but which was beyond description to a hungry boy; and the way he waded into the food was a caution. During all this time Santiago had uttered never a word, nor would he eat but the smallest portion of food--a taste of every dish which he set before his guest. "My son tells the truth," Santiago finally remarked as Billie pushed back his chair with the single word "Bastante," meaning enough. "I always try to," was the smiling rejoinder, for Billie was now in the very best humor. Eating was his strong point and he had gone the limit.