"Nearly all the ones around here that I've seen have more Indian in them than anything else, however, with a dash of other races perhaps.

From the glimpse I had of Menocal, I'll venture to say he has Red men among his ancestors." "Mexican or Indian or whatever he is, he can squeeze money out of nothing, like a Jew," Stevenson complained.

"Look how much he has made out of this ranch; look at what he has made out of me! And it's just that way with everything he holds.

The Mexicans all around this section sell him their stuff cheap and take what he pays, because they don't know any better and because he's their leader.

He has the big store at Bartolo, which you've seen, and owns the bank there, and has any number of farms up and down the Pinas River, and runs I don't know how many bands of sheep; and besides, he elects the county officers, and fixes the taxes to suit himself, and recommends the water inspector for this district, and--and--well, what chance has an ordinary man to get ahead here ?" Lee Bryant let a pause ensue.