"Oh, well, he can help himself to the fruit of our famous lime-tree and
get sweet again. Pablo, you russet scoundrel, no more rough stuff if
you know what's good for you. Where is Panchito?"

"I leave those horse loose in the pasture," Pablo replied, a whit
abashed. "I like for see if those horse he got some brains like before
you go ride heem. For long time Panchito don' hear hees boss call
heem. Mebbeso he forget--no?"

"We shall see, Pablo."




XII

They walked out to the barn. In a little green field in the
oak-studded valley below, a dozen horses were feeding. Farrel whistled
shrilly. Instantly, one of the horses raised his head and listened.
Again Farrel whistled, and a neigh answered him as Panchito broke from
the herd and came galloping up the slope. When his master whistled
again, the gallop developed into a furious burst of speed; whereat
Farrel slipped inside the barn and shut the door, while round and round
the barn Panchito galloped, seeking the lost master.

Suddenly Don Miguel emerged and, with little affectionate nickerings,
the beautiful animal trotted up to him, ran his head over the master's
shoulder, and rubbed his sleek cheek against the man's. Farrel nuzzled
him and rubbed him lovingly between the ears before producing a lump of