"Truly, you Americanos do very wonderful things! Jose, here is Senor Hunter and his friend whom he stole away from the Vigilantes yesterday! Did you have the invisible cap, Senor?
It was truly a miracle such as the padres tell of, that the blessed saints performed in the books.

Jose told us what he heard--but when I have called my mother, you yourself must tell us every little bit of it." While she was talking she was also pulling forward two of the easiest chairs, playing the hostess prettily and stealing a lash-hidden glance now and then at the tall senor with such blue eyes and hair the like of which she had never seen, and the mouth curved like the lips of a woman.
The young man whom she addressed as Jose rose negligently and greeted them punctiliously; seated himself again, picked up a guitar and strummed a minor chord lazily.
"Don Andres is busy at the corrals," Jose volunteered, when the girl had gone.

"He will return soon.

You had a disagreeable experience, Senor?
One of my vaqueros heard the story in town.

There was a rumor that the Vigilantes were sending out parties to search for you when Carlos started home.