See! he vas my pony--ah! eet makes me to laugh to know de Senor Farnham give him me; now I make him to upset de Senor Farnham.

_Sapristi_! eet vas vat you call de vay of de vorld, de verligig; vas eet not so?
You ride de pony, senorita; I valk an' lead him--si, si, you more tired as Mercedes; I danseuse, no tire ever in de legs.

Den I find de vay more easy on foot in de dark, see?
You ride good, hey?
He jump little, maybe, but he de ver' nice pony, an' I no let him run.

No, no, de odder vay, senorita, like de man ride.

Poof! it no harm in de dark.