I shall laugh and clap my hands, and cry, 'Bravo, bravo, querido mio!' [my beloved] when you are flung into the dirt where you belong.

And when he kills you, I shall kiss him for his reward, before all the people, and I shall laugh when they fling you to the coyotes!" Yes, she said that; for she had a temper--had the Senorita Teresita--and she had a tongue that could speak words that burned like vitriol.
She said more than has been quoted; epithets she hurled upon the recumbent form that seemed a man asleep save for the little drift of smoke from his cigarette; epithets which she had heard the vaqueros use at the corrals upon certain occasions when they did not know that she was near; epithets of which she did not know the meaning at all.
"Bravo!" applauded some one, and she turned to see that Manuel and Carlos, Jose's head vaquero, had ridden up to the group very quietly, and had been listening for no one knew how long.
The senorita was so angry that she was not in the least abashed by the eavesdropping.

She smiled wickedly, drew off a glove and tossed it to Manuel, who caught it dexterously without waiting to see why she wanted him to have it.
"Take that to Jose, for a token," she cried recklessly.

"Tell him I have put a wish upon it; and if he wears it next his heart in the duelo to-morrow he will win without fail.

Tell Jose I shall ask the Blessed Virgin to-night to let no accident befall him, and that I shall save the first two dances for him and none other!" She was not a finished actress, because of her youth.