For in a contest with Don Jose Pacheco will I use it." "Si, Senor," gasped Diego, awed into trembling.

"By my soul I swear--" "You needn't.

Save some of your energy for the rawhide.

You'll want all you've got before you're through." Jack, having made an impression deep enough to satisfy the most exacting of masters, dropped to his natural tone and speech.

"Get some one to help, and come with me to the orchard." From the saddle-house he brought the six-strand, rawhide riata which Manuel had bought for him and which his carelessness had left still stiff and unwieldy, and walked slowly into the orchard, examining critically each braided strand as he went.