"Really, Mexicans are of different blood and race, you know, and I feel the--gulf.

That probably sounds foolish and ridiculous, still I can't help the feeling.

When I look at a man like Charlie Menocal, I see the Mexican strain uppermost even if his mother was white; and I think what strange, savage, unguessed traits may lurk in his blood from a long time back; and I shiver.

One dare not say they have ceased.

There may be forces at work in his soul that are inherited from the very tribesmen who dwelt in that pueblo ages ago, whose ruins he and Ruth have gone to see.