If you stay here for a time, one will come and guide you." The huntress takes the paper from his hand, and glances at the writing, as if out of curiosity to read the script of a language unknown to her.
But something like a smile playing around her lips might lead one to believe she has divined the meaning of at least the initial sentence.
She makes no remark, but stepping towards the yucca and reaching up, impales the piece of paper on one of its topmost spikes.
"Now, caballero," she says, "you mount my mare.

See, she stands ready for you." Hamersley again protests, saying he can walk well enough.
But his tottering steps contradict him, and he urges his objections in vain.
The young girl appealingly persists, until at length the gallantry of the Kentuckian gives way, and he climbs reluctantly into the saddle.
"Now, Lolita!" cries her mistress, "see that your step is sure, or you shan't have the pinons I promised you.

_Adelante! Nos vamos, senor_!" So saying, she strikes off through the sage, the mustang stepping by her side, and the two great hounds, like a rear guard, bringing up behind..