"You're just Jack--and you couldn't be any different, I reckon, if you tried.

Well, come along, then.

Adios, Valencia." Once more they shook hands solemnly with the vaquero, who had no smile for the parting.
"Adios, adios," Valencia called lingeringly after them, and held his horse quiet that he might gaze after them until a willow bend hid them finally from his view..