Thank you, Jose, for stopping him for me; truly, I think he was minded to carry me to Santa Clara, whether I wished to go or not! But doubtless Senor Jack would have overtaken him soon.

Adios, Jose.

Gracias, amigo mio!" Having put her hair into some sort of confinement, she picked up her reins and smiled at Jose and then at Jack in a way to tie the tongues of them both; though their brows were black with the hatred which must, if they met again, bear fruit of violence.
Fifty yards away, Teresita looked back and waved a hand at the gay horseman who still stood fair across the highway and stared blankly after them.
"Poor Jose!" she murmured mischievously.

"Very puzzled and unhappy he looks.

I wonder if the privilege of tearing you in pieces would not bring the smile to his lips?
Senor Jack, if so be you should ever desire death, will you let Jose do the killing?
To serve you thus would give him great pleasure, I am sure." Jack, usually so headlong in his speech and actions, rode a moody three minutes without replying.