"He wants me to pay everything.

The thousand ought to be enough for men and horses and all.

Why not poison the girl at once, and save all this money?
If he had the spirit of a man! O Madre de Dios! Madre de Dios! What extremities! what extremities!" But Garcia was like a good many of us; his thoughts were worse than his deeds and words.

While he was cogitating thus savagely, he was saying aloud, "My son, my dear Carlos, come and choose for yourself." Turning into the court of the house, they strolled through a medley of wagons, mules, horses, merchandise, muleteers, teamsters, idlers, white men and Indians.

Coronado soon picked out a couple of rancheros whom he knew as capital riders, fair marksmen, faithful and intelligent.