I shall be greatly pleased when you tell me that you will be my majordomo; more than ever one needs a man of intelligence and tact--" "And are none of our own people tactful or intelligent, Don Andres Picardo ?" demanded Manuel, having overheard the last sentence or two from the doorway.

He came out and stood before his beloved "patron," his whole fat body quivering with amazed indignation, so that the bottle which the senora had filled for him shook in his hand.

"Amongst the gringos must you go to find one worthy?
Truly it is as Don Jose tells me; these gringos have come but to make trouble where all was peace.

To-day he told me all his thoughts, and me, I hardly believed it was as he said.

Would the patron have a majordomo who knows nothing of rodeos, nothing of the cattle--" "You're mistaken there, Manuel," Dade broke in calmly.