Whether the subjection of this lawless and powerful survival of a wild and unfettered nature around him was part of his plan, or whether it was only a lingering trait of some younger prowess, no one knew; but his grim and decorous figure, contrasting with the picturesque and flowing freedom of the horse he bestrode, was a frequent spectacle in road and field.
It was the second day after his visit to La Mision Perdida.

He was sitting by his desk, at sunset, in the faint afterglow of the western sky, which flooded the floor through the open door.

He was writing, but presently lifted his head, with an impatient air, and called out, "Harrison!" The shadow of Dr.West's foreman appeared at the door.
"Who's that you're talking to ?" "Tramp, Sir." "Hire him, or send him about his business.

Don't stand gabbling there." "That's just it, sir.

He won't hire for a week or a day.