CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
A HUNTRESS.
"_Vamos_, Lolita! hold up, my pretty pet! Two leagues more, and you shall bury that velvet snout of yours in the soft _gramma_ grass, and cool your heated hoof in a crystal stream.

Ay, and you shall have a half peck of pinon nuts for your supper, I promise you.

You have done well to-day, but don't let us get belated.

At night, as you know, we might be lost on the Llano, and the wicked wolves eat us both up.

That would be a sad thing, _mia yegua_.