The teacher, who is himself a _mestizo_ and despises the poor indians in his charge, was loud in his complaints.

He vigorously declared that what these people needed was a second Cortez, that they had never been properly conquered, and, with the chief of police, he started out for the new conquest.

After an hour or more of waiting, we saw them reappear with Florencito.

But humanity is ever loath to admit defeat.

As he passed us, he grumbled that he saw no good reason for such a fuss, as he had simply gone to eat his breakfast.
Having completed the work with this subject, we suggested that others should be brought, but met with a prompt refusal.