Yes, Pereo, she, thy mistress, spoke of affairs to this man--ay, as she might have talked to THEE.

And, could he advise this?
and could he counsel that?
and should the cattle be taken from the lower lands, and the fields turned to grain?
and had he a purchaser for Los Osos ?" "Los Osos! It is the boundary land--the frontier--the line of the arroyo--older than the Mision," muttered Pereo.
"Ay, and he talked of the--the--I know not what it is!--the r-r-rail-r-road." "The railroad," gasped the old man.

"I will tell thee what it is! It is the cut of a burning knife through La Mision Perdida--as long as eternity, as dividing as death.

On either side of that gash life is blasted; wherever that cruel steel is laid the track of it is livid and barren; it cuts down all barriers; leaps all boundaries, be they canada or canyon; it is a torrent in the plain, a tornado in the forest; its very pathway is destruction to whoso crosses it--man or beast; it is the heathenish God of the Americanos; they build temples for it, and flock there and worship it whenever it stops, breathing fire and flame like a very Moloch." "Eh! St.Anthony preserve us!" said Faquita, shuddering; "and yet they spoke of it as 'shares' and 'stocks,' and said it would double the price of corn." "Now, Judas pursue thee and thy railroad, Pereo," said Pepita, impatiently.

"It is not such bagatela that Faquita is here to relate.
Go on, child, and tell all that happened." "And then," continued Faquita, with a slight affectation of maiden bashfulness, in the closer-drawing circle of cigarettes, "and then they talked of other things and of themselves; and, of a verity, this gray-bearded Doctor will play the goat and utter gallant speeches, and speak of a lifelong devotion and of the time he should have a right to protect--" "The right, girl! Didst thou say the right?
No, thou didst mistake.
It was not THAT he meant ?" "Thy life to a quarter peso that the little Faquita does not mistake," said the evident satirist of the household.