CHAPTER XIII.
BILL WILSON GOES VISITING "I Don't know what you've been doing to Jose Pacheco, lately," was Dade's way of broaching the subject, "but Don Andres asked me to 'persuade' you not to go on rodeo, on account of some trouble between you and Jose." "He wants my scalp, is all," Jack explained easily, picking burrs from the fringe of his sash--burrs he had gotten when he ran a race with Teresita from the farther side of the orchard to the spring, a short time before.

"Valencia told me--and he got it from Manuel--that Jose is right on the warpath.

If it wasn't for his being laid up--" "Oh, I know.

You'd like to go over and have it out with him.

But you can't.