We were surprised to find the old man Tryan waiting us.

For the first time during our interview the old Spaniard seemed moved, and the blood rose in his yellow cheek.

I was anxious to close the scene, and pointed out the corner boundaries as clearly as my recollection served.
"The deputies will be here tomorrow to run the lines from this initial point, and there will be no further trouble, I believe, gentlemen." Senor Altascar had dismounted and was gathering a few tufts of dried grass in his hands.

George and I exchanged glances.

He presently arose from his stooping posture, and advancing to within a few paces of Joseph Tryan, said, in a voice broken with passion: "And I, Fernando Jesus Maria Altascar, put you in possession of my land in the fashion of my country." He threw a sod to each of the cardinal points.
"I don't know your courts, your judges, or your CORREGIDORES.