Together they lifted their heads and looked at Johnny.
The Mexican boy smiled, white-toothed, while deep pools of eyes regarded Johnny soberly.
"She's damn hot to-day, senor," he said.

"Thank you for the so good water to drink." "That's all right.

Help yourself," Johnny said languidly.

"Had your dinner ?" "Not this day.

I'm come from Tucker Bly, his rancho.