And I tell thee, Pancho, like cattle, to be driven off or caught and branded for one's own.

Ha! There are those who could swear to the truth of this on the Creed.

Ay! and bring papers stamped and signed by the governor's rubric to prove it.
And not that I hate them,--bah! what are those heretic swine to me?
But thou dost comprehend me?
It galls and pricks me to see them swelling themselves with stolen husks, and men like thee, Pancho, ousted from their own land." Clarence had halted in utter bewilderment.

No one was visible before him, behind him, on either side.

The words, in Spanish, came from the air, the sky, the distant horizon, he knew not which.