Dost thou not remember when the mustang bolted with him down upon us in the lane, and then thou didst say he would come to evil with the brute?
He did--blessed San Antonio!--within half an hour!" "How--thou sawest it ?" "Nay; for the mustang was running away and I did not follow.

Bueno! it happened all the same.

The Alcalde, Coroner, who knows all about it, has said so an hour ago! Juan brought the news from the rancho where the inquest was.

There will be a funeral the day after to-morrow! and so it is that some of the family will go.

Fancy, Pereo, a Guitierrez at the funeral of the Americano Doctor! Nay, I doubt not that the Dona Maria will ask thee to say a prayer over his bier." "Peace, fool! and speak not of thy lady mistress," thundered the old man, sitting upright.