Me, I have ridden Noches one hundred miles without rest, before now; these sixty will be play for us both." "Gracias, Valencia." Dade dropped a hand gratefully upon the shoulder of the other.

"I'll write a note, but you must do your part also.

You know your people, and I know Jack; if those two fight, the trouble will spread like fire in the grass; for Don Jose has many friends to take up the quarrel.

You've had a long day in the saddle, amigo, and the sixty miles will not be play.

I would not ask it if the need were less urgent--but you must beat Manuel.