Dade picked the thimble out of a matted corner of a violet bed, and
returned it to her unsmilingly; got a flash of her eyes and a little
nod for his reward, and stood back, waiting her further pleasure.
"You have had adventures, Senor, since yesterday morning," she said
to him lightly. "Truly, you Americanos do very wonderful things!
Jose, here is Senor Hunter and his friend whom he stole away from the
Vigilantes yesterday! Did you have the invisible cap, Senor? It was
truly a miracle such as the padres tell of, that the blessed saints
performed in the books. Jose told us what he heard--but when I have
called my mother, you yourself must tell us every little bit of it."
While she was talking she was also pulling forward two of the easiest
chairs, playing the hostess prettily and stealing a lash-hidden glance
now and then at the tall senor with such blue eyes and hair the like
of which she had never seen, and the mouth curved like the lips of a
woman.
The young man whom she addressed as Jose rose negligently and greeted
them punctiliously; seated himself again, picked up a guitar and
strummed a minor chord lazily.
"Don Andres is busy at the corrals," Jose volunteered, when the girl
had gone. "He will return soon. You had a disagreeable experience,
Senor? One of my vaqueros heard the story in town. There was a rumor
that the Vigilantes were sending out parties to search for you when
Carlos started home.
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