He invited Dade to dinner with him; and Dade, hoping to establish a better understanding between them, accepted.
Dade had not lived half his life amongst the dark-skinned race for nothing.

He sipped the home-made wine with Jose, talked of many things in his soft, easy-natured drawl, and by letting his inner friendliness with the whole world look out of his eyes when they dwelt upon his host, went Jose one better in courtesy.

And Jose, sauntering afterward across the patio to the porch, met Manuel face to face and paid tribute to Don Andres' new majordomo in a single sentence.
"If all gringos were like this Senor Hunter, one could tolerate their coming to live amongst us," he said frankly.
"Si," grudged Manuel.

"But then, he is not all gringo.

Many years he dwelt with our people in Texas, so that he has the Spanish ways; but me, I want none of him." Jose laughed without much mirth to lighten the sound.