Particularly was he to note if surveyors came and set to work anywhere.

If the young man appeared to be engaged at any task on the mountain side, Joe was to approach with his sheep.

And he was to report everything he learned.
Charlie's attention became more lively as he listened to his father's directions to the man, and when Garcia had departed he asked, "Who are you after?
Who's this young fellow you speak of as being at the Perro Creek ranch?
Didn't Stevenson deed the place back ?" Menocal senior twisted an end of his flaring moustache.
"May a thousand damnations fall on him! No, he didn't," he responded, wrathfully.
"But that only means you'll have to foreclose the mortgage.

It will take longer, that's all." Charlie was vice-president of his father's bank--his name was so printed on the stationery, at least--and was familiar with his parent's affairs, though he was averse to anything like industry.

He much preferred the pursuit of pleasure to work, and his automobile to the grille of the bank.