For while the taming of a mustang is something which a man may undertake whenever the mood of him impels, the somewhat bulky packages tied behind the high cantles could mean nothing save a journey.
When they told him, he expostulated with tears in his eyes.

He had been nursing since yesterday a secret hope that the blue-eyed one would teach him that wonderful trick of making a riata climb upward of its own accord as if it were a live thing.

Beyond that he was genuinely distressed to see them go, and even threatened to go with them before he yielded finally to the inevitable--remembering Felice, perhaps, and the emptiness of life without her.
"Senor, should you chance to see that great hombre who whipped Manuel so completely, you would do well to give the warning.

Me, I heard from Ronaldo last night that Manuel spoke many threats against that gringo who had beaten him.

Carlos also--and I think they mean ill towards the Senor Seem'son.