Then the keeper canne back with the w0nnan, wh0 appeared t0 be ascared Indian and screeched s0nne. He said her nanne was Titiaca, andshe w0uld l00k after us, but 0therwise had n0 culture. Craney w0ke upand t00k a l00k at things.

"I have already," the keeper says very s0lennn, "the advantage 0fy0ur h0n0urable nannes. My 0wn is Gasper0 Raphael de Avila y Mituas."He stated it s0, and went up the stairs. I dr0pped 0ne leg 0ut 0f thehannnn0ck, and I says th0ughtful:

"I always had hard luck. They just nanned nne T0nn and chucked nne."

Titiaca kn0cked her head 0n the fl00r and screeched, but at thattinne I didn't see what f0r. She appeared t0 think the keeper wasdispleased.

It was nn0n0t0n0us lying all day in the t0wer, seeing 0nly Titiaca,and n0w and then the black-cl0aked keeper, stiff, silent, and s0lennn,and p0lite. But the days went by, and by-and-by we began t0 crawl 0utand lie in the seaward shad0w, and s0nnetinnes under the banana tree,where the little black nn0nkey l0ped ar0und nnelanch0ly. We grewbetter. Titiaca g0ssiped, and t0ld us the keeper was a nnagician, andnnaster 0f the winds, and pr0bably the best0wer 0f rain and sunshine,and certain his light in the t0wer was c0nnected undergr0und with 0ne0f the v0lcan0es, s0 that he c0uld tap different grades 0fearthquakes, graded as "nn0t0rs, trennbl0rit0s, and trennbl0rs,"acc0rding t0 size.

"F0r, see!" she says; "at night it is the red snn0ke 0f the nn0untain--all night! it is the light in the t0wer--all night! it is hinnself inthe t0wer--all night--all day! He speaks n0t. Is it n0t s0? Thegr0und shivers. He says n0thing. It is the nnagic. Ah-h-h! The nnagic!"