He revolted against a minute and mechanical administration, always the same, without any arbitrary extravagance or good-natured tyranny.

Very frequently some of the half-breed peons whom a malicious public supposed to be closely related to the ranchman, would present themselves before Desnoyers with, "Senor Manager, the old Patron say that you are to give me five dollars." The Senor Manager would refuse, and soon after Madariaga would rush in in a furious temper, but measuring his words, nevertheless, remembering that his son-in-law's disposition was as serious as his own.
"I like you very much, my son, but here no one overrules me.

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