horse-show and at the head of a battery. _Dios_! He is every inch a
_caballero_!"

"Sergeant, you're much too kind. Really--"

"The things we have been through together, sir--all that we have been to
each other--never can happen again. You will add greatly to my happiness
if you will accept this animal as a souvenir of our very pleasant
association."

"Oh, son, this is too much! You're giving me your own private mount.
You love him. He loves you. Doubtless he'll know you the minute you
enter the pasture."

Farrel's fine white teeth, flashed in a brilliant smile, "I do not desire
to have the captain mounted on an inferior horse. We have many other
good horses on the Palomar. This one's name is Panchito; I will express
him to you some day this week."

"Farrel, you quite overwhelm me. A thousand thanks! I'll treasure
Panchito for your sake as well as his own."

The soldier extended his hand, and the captain grasped it.

"Good-by, Sergeant. Pleasant green fields!"

"Good-by, sir. Dry camps and quick promotion."

The descendant of a _conquistador_ picked up his straw suitcase, his
helmet, and gas-mask. At the door, he stood to attention, and saluted.