Ah, Carr!--posiblemente it is nothing--a Don Fulano--or an apodo--Huanson." "Oh, I see, JOHNSON, very likely." "We have said it is not possible that this good man, who have come to the house and ride on his back the children, is a thief and a brigand.
And one night my father have come from the Monterey in the coach, and it was stopped.

And the brigands have take from the passengers the money, the rings from the finger, and the watch--and my father was of the same.
And my father, he have great dissatisfaction and anguish, for his watch is given to him of an old friend, and it is not like the other watch.
But the watch he go all the same.

And then when the robbers have made a finish comes to the window of the coach a mascara and have say, 'Who is the Don Andreas Pico ?' And my father have say, 'It is I who am Don Andreas Pico.' And the mask have say, 'Behold, your watch is restore!' and he gif it to him.

And my father say, 'To whom have I the distinguished honor to thank ?' And the mask say--" "Johnson," interrupted Demorest.
"No," said Dona Rosita in grave triumph, "he say Essmith.

For this Essmith is like Huanson--an apodo--nothing." "Then you really think this man was your old friend ?" asked Demorest.
"I think." "And that he was a robber even when living here--and that it was not your cruelty that really drove him to take the road ?" Dona Rosita shrugged her plump shoulders.