"Not pistols! No, no--for then Jose would surely be killed! Gracias, Senor! With riatas my Jose can surely give good account of himself.

Three times has he won the medalla oro in fair contest.

He is a wizard with the rawhide.

Myself, I have wept with pride to see him throw it at the fiestas--" "Mother mine, Margarita would have you come at once," the senorita interrupted her.

"Little Francisco has burned his legs with hot water, and Margarita thinks that your poultice--" With twittering exclamations of dismay over the, accident the two women hurried away to minister to the burned legs of Francisco, and Jack rose and flung away his cigarette.