Better go up and see him when you've rested and eaten.

My name's Tom Dalton; they call me Tomas, of course.

What's yours, and what's your county ?" Derrick said, "Sydney Green," and added, "London." "Big county that," said Tom, with a grin.

"Know anything about cattle?
Not much use your going to Don Jose if you don't." "I've worked with them on the road a bit," replied Derrick; "and I'm accustomed to horses." The young man thought that Derrick might stand a chance, and again advised him to eat and rest; and, having proffered more wine, the cowboys presently moved off and left him alone.

He engaged a bed of the landlord, got something to eat, and was dropping off to sleep in the moist, warm evening air, when he saw a cloud of dust rising down the road, and presently a carriage, drawn by a pair of magnificent horses, came tearing towards him.