Moll and Poll's good as any mustang in this valley.
Mary and me can ride 'em anywheres; that's why I brung 'em along, to ride in case we had to eat the cattle." "Then they must surely ride Moll and Poll to visit my mother!" the senorita declared with her customary decisiveness.

"Padre mio!" Obediently the don accepted the responsibility laid upon him by his sole-born who ruled him without question, and made official the invitation.

It was not what he had expected to do; he was not quite sure that it was what he wanted to do; but he did it, and did it with the courtliness which would have flowered his invitation to the governor to honor his poor household by his presence; he did it because his daughter had glanced at him and said "My father ?" in a certain tone which he knew well.
Something else was done, which no one had expected to do when the four galloped up to the trespassers.

Jack and Dade dismounted and helped Jerry unload the logs from the wagon, for one thing; while Teresita inspected Mrs.Jerry's ingenious domestic makeshifts and managed somehow, with Mrs.Jerry's help, to make the bond of mutual liking serve very well in the place of intelligible speech.

For another, the don fairly committed himself to the promise of a peon or two to help in the further devastation of the trees upon the Picardo mountain slope behind the little, natural meadow, which Jerry Simpson had so calmly appropriated to his own use.
"He is honest," Don Andres asserted more than once on the ride home, perhaps in self-justification for his soft dealing.