The two of them reached the corral just as Jack released Solano's foot from the rawhide loop that had held it high while Jack cinched the saddle in place.

When Jack saw them he came forward, wiping from his face the beads of perspiration which the tussle had brought there.
"Senor Hunter tells me that you are going away," Don Andres began almost at once.

"That you are acting wisely I am truly convinced, Senor Allen, though it irks me to say that it is so.

For a little time would all be well, perchance; for as long as your generosity fills the heart of Jose with gratitude, so that no ill will finds room there.

But his temper is hot and hasty, as is yours; and with other considerations which one must face--" He held out his hand for farewell.
"Adios, Senor.