A man must be narrow, indeed, if he cannot carry more than one friendship in his soul.
"Sit you down, Senor, while I think a moment," he urged.

"Surely it can be arranged without hurt to the fair name of--of any.

Riatas--ah, now I have it, Senor! Dullard, not to have thought of it at once! Truly must I be in my dotage!" He did not mean that, of course, and he was quite openly pleased when Jack smiled and shook his head.
"Listen, Senor, and tell me if the plan is not a good one! To-morrow Valencia shall ride back to the rodeo, with a message to all from me, Don Andres Picardo.

I shall proclaim a fiesta, Senor--such a fiesta as even Monterey never rivaled in the good old days when we were subject to his Majesty, the King.

A fiesta we shall have, as soon as may be after the rodeo is over.