We must not let them have a chance to dispose of us in that manner.

_Adelante_!" Lolita is a mustang pony of clear chestnut colour, with white mane and tail; while the person thus apostrophising her is a young girl seated astride upon its back.
A beautiful girl, apparently under twenty of age, but with a certain commanding mien that gives her the appearance of being older.

Her complexion, though white, has a tinge of that golden brown, or olive, oft observed in the Andalusian race; while scimitar shaped eyebrows, with hair of silken texture, black as the shadows of night, and a dark down on the upper lip, plainly proclaim the Moorish admixture.
It is a face of lovely cast and almost Grecian contour, with features of classic regularity; while the absence of obliquity in the orbs of the eye--despite the dusky hue of her akin--forbids the belief in Indian blood.
Although in a part of the world where such might be expected, there is, in truth, not a taint of it in her veins.

The olivine tint is Hispano Moriscan--a complexion, if not more beautiful, certainly more picturesque than that of the Saxon blonde.
With the damask-red dancing out upon her cheeks, her eyes aglow from the equestrian exercise she has been taking, the young girl looks the picture of physical health; while the tranquil expression upon her features tells of mental contentment.
Somewhat singular is her costume, as the equipment.

As already said, she bestrides her mustang man-fashion, the mode of Mexico; while a light fowling-piece, suspended _en bandouliere_, hangs down behind her back.
A woollen seraph of finest wool lies scarf-like across her left shoulder, half concealing a velveteen vest or spencer, close-buttoned over the rounded hemispheres of her bosom.