There's a ranch over south here, a mile or so.

Better see if you can't get a wagon and team.

We'll have to haul it home somehow." The brother of Tomaso started perceptibly.

"A rancho?
But that is not possible, senor!" "Oh, ain't it?
I'll show yuh, then." "Oh, no! _No importa._ If it is a rancho in this countree, me, I'm find it without trobles for you." Even Johnny's absorption in his treasure-trove could not altogether blind him to the fact that Tomaso's brother was perturbed.

He wondered a little.