And what do you think?
I shall tell to you." She composed herself comfortably, with her plump elbows on her knees, and her fan crossed on the palm of her hand before her, and began again: "It is a year he has gone, and the stagecoach is attack of brigands.
Tiburcio, our vaquero, have that night made himself a pasear on the road, and he have seen HIM.

He have seen, one, two, three men came from the wood with something on the face, and HE is of them.

He has nothing on his face, and Tiburcio have recognize him.

We have laugh at Tiburcio.
We believe him not.

It is improbable that this Senor Huanson--" "Senor who ?" said Demorest.
"Huanson--eet is the name of him.