"Intervention! That would be fine," Esteban cried. O'Reilly nodded. "Oh, it's bound to come, and when Uncle Sam takes hold Cuba will be free."
Norine agreed: "I'm sure of it. And then--we'll all go back to our rainbow's end and dig for that pot of gold."
Esteban turned adoring eyes upon the speaker; he took her hand in his. "I've found my rainbow's end," said he.
"And I've found mine," O'Reilly asserted. "I've gained your father's treasure, and more--I've found the prize of all the Indies." With his arm about Rosa he drew her into the house.
Esteban lowered himself into his chair and Norine rested herself upon its arm. He lay back with eyes closed. From the regions at the rear came the voice of Jacket. The boy was in a declamatory mood. He had gathered an audience, as was his daily custom, and was addressing them in English: "I skilled more'n a dozen Spaniards at Pino Bravo. It was my day. By rights I should have been made a general, but--"