the ranch for instance. . . . Now, she's not much on
looks, I know, but there's a woman I'd like to
have......."

"Well, General, we'll go and get her any day you
like."

Demetrio winked maliciously.

"I promise you I'll do it."

"Are you sure? Do you really mean it? Look here, if
you pull that off for me, I'll give you the watch and
chain you're hankering after."

Luis Cervantes' eyes shone. He took the phosphate box,
heavy with its contents, and stood up smiling.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. "Good night, Gen-
eral! Sleep well."



VII



"I don't know any more about it than you do. The
General told me, 'Quail, saddle your horse and my black
mare and follow Cervantes; he's going on an errand for