Seeing him again on the ranch, he admired the dash of the good looking youth, testing his muscles in order to convince himself of their strength, and making him to recount his nightly escapades as ringleader of a band of toughs in the Capital.

He longed to go to Buenos Aires himself, just to see the youngster in the midst of this gay, wild life.

But alas! he was not seventeen like his grandson; he had already passed eighty.
"Come here, you false prophet! Tell me how many children you have.

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