"Manoa! H'm. The same as 'El Dorado,' I suppose, as the Spaniards called it?" "I know nothing of that, or of who you mean by 'the Spaniards,'" she replied. "Fancy your coming here and not knowing the name of the place! _Where_ have you come from? I long to hear all about it. Are all the people there white like you and those with you? We have always been instructed, by our teachers here, that only black demons lived in the world beyond our island--at least we still so call it; though, of course, it is no longer an island; has not been for many, many long ages." But when Jack attempted explanations, he soon discovered that he knew too little of the language to make things clear to his companion. He became hopelessly involved, his descriptions quite impossible, and, in the end, he had to give it up as hopeless. "You must wait till I know your language better," he said with a sigh; "or else question my friends, who know far more of it." "I will wait as patiently as I can until you can tell me yourself," she answered with an arch look. "I shall like better to hear it from you. I feel, too, a little afraid of your friend there--the older of the two. He seems so proud and dignified." Jack laughed. "He is anything but that. He is as kind-hearted and good-natured a man as I have ever known. To-day he looks more serious than usual, perhaps. You see, we have had a disagreeable adventure, and do not yet know what may be its consequences." "I think, all the same, he is a man of great pride and dignity," Zonella repeated. "He might be a great chief--a king--so far as one can judge from what one sees. He is not of the same race as you," she went on with decision. "He is more like one of my own people. Your younger friend, too, is not unlike one of our people; though I do not see the resemblance so strongly there, as in the case of the other." This odd suggestion almost startled Templemore. Curiously enough, the same idea had struck him several times during the past half-hour; since, in fact, the opportunity had offered of comparing Monella's face and form with those inhabitants he had seen. Except that he was taller than any, there were many points in which there was obvious resemblance; and Jack began to ponder upon it as a strange coincidence. He was also surprised at the confidence with which the young girl had declared Monella to be of different race from himself. "You must be an unusually quick observer," he said presently, "to distinguish these things so readily. In my land young ladies do not much trouble themselves----" Suddenly, Zonella laid her hand upon his arm and leaned forward with a look of fervid earnestness. "_Who_ is this man?" she asked. "What is his name, and what brings him here, and just at such a time, too?" This last seemed to be said more to herself than to her companion.