"I listen by the crack to Ignacio Bojarques's talk. The señorita's saddle-blanket look good on his horse, he say; then they laugh.
"But no, they will not hamstring the horse; it will be more pleasant to make the señorita fast on her horse and turn him loose on the mesa, and tie the new señor on his horse and drive him across the river, which is high with the big rain above.
"Maybe he swim, maybe no. It will be mos' pleasant to see, Ignacio Bojarques, he say. The Mexican's boss of the American now, everybody say."
"You make no mistake?"
Rosario nodded, wisely: "I listen by the crack, señora. To-night when the bonfire is lighted and they are brave with the vino."
"You can find the strange señor?"
"Pronto! Muy pronto!" Rosario's eyes sparkled with resolution.
"Tell him to come here—quick."
Rosario slipped through the window as she had come, and Mrs. Gallagher watched her as, half crouching, she ran swiftly through Epi-
