Our custom is brought from Spain.

It answers well enough with us, where our horses go in droves; and when one is used up, we turn him out and take up another." When young Carson took his leave, the Spaniard, with true Castilian courtesy, pressed his hand, thanked him for his visit, and promised to return it at the camp.

It was thus instinctively that Kit Carson, naturally a gentleman, took his position among gentlemen.
In the meantime most of the rude trappers, seeming to be almost of a different nature from Kit Carson, were indulging in a drunken carouse at Los Angelos.

They got into a brawl with the Mexicans.

Knives were drawn, wounds inflicted, and one Mexican was killed.
It became necessary to get these men away as soon as possible.