me to express the horse to him. Consequently, Miss Parker, Panchito is
_almost_ yours. Consider him your property while you remain my guest."

"You darling Don Miguel Farrel!"

"Exuberant, my dear," her curious mother remarked, dryly, "but, on the
whole, the point is well taken." She turned to Farrel. "How about some
sort of nag for mother?"

"You may ride my father's horse, if that animal is still on the ranch,
Mrs. Parker. He's a beautiful single-footer." He addressed Parker. "We
used to have a big gray gelding that you'd enjoy riding, sir. I'll look
him up for you after breakfast."

"Thank you, Mr. Farrel," Parker replied, flushing slightly, "I've been
riding him already."

"Fine! He needed exercising. I have a brown mare for Mr. Okada, and you
are all invited out to the corral after luncheon to see me bust
Panchito's wild young brother for my own use."

"Oh, splendid!" Kay cried, enthusiastically.

"The day starts more auspiciously than I had hoped," her mother declared.
"I really believe the Rancho Palomar is going to develop into a regular
place with you around, Mr. Farrel."