He took the pipe from his mouth, and with it pointed to a spot twenty feet away, so that they all looked towards the place.

“Right thar,” he stated slowly, “is whar I’m goin’ to build my cabin, fer me and Mary.  And right over thar I’m goin’ to plow me up a truck patch.  I’m a peaceable man, mister.  I don’t aim to have no fussin’ with my neighbors.  But you tell Mr. Picardy that thar’ll be loopholes cut on all four sides uh that thar cabin, and Jemimy and the twins’ll be ready to argy with anybody that comes moochin’ around unfriendly.  I’m the peaceablest man you ever seen, but when I make up my mind to a thing, I’m firm!  Pur-ty tol’able firm!” he added with complacent emphasis.

He waited expectantly while Dade put a revised version of this speech into Spanish, and placidly smoked his little black pipe while the don made answer.

“Already I find that I have done well to choose an Americano for my majordomo,” Don Andres observed, a smile in his eyes.  “With a few more such as this great hombre, who is firm and peaceful together, I should find my days full of trouble with a hot-blooded Manuel to deal with them.  But with you, Senor, I have no fear.  Something there is in the face of this Senor Seem’son which pleases me; we shall be friends, and he shall stay and plant his garden and build his house where it pleases him to do.  You may tell him that I say so, and that I shall rely upon his honor to pay me for the land a reasonable price when the American government places its seal beside the seal on his Majesty’s grant.  For that it will be done I am very sure.  The land is mine, even though I have no tablet of stone to proclaim from the Creator my right to call it so.  But he shall have his home if he is honest, without swimming across the ocean to find it.”

“Wall, now, that’s fair enough fer anybody.  Hey, Mary!  Come on out and git acquainted with yer neighbor’s girl.  Likely-lookin’ young woman,” he passed judgment, nodding towards Teresita.  “Skittish, mebby—­young blood most gen’rally is, when there’s any ginger in it.  What’s yer name, mister?  I want yuh all to meet the finest little woman in the world—­Mrs. Jerry Simpson.  We’ve pulled in the harness together fer twelve year, now, so I guess I know!  Come out, Mary.”

She came shyly from the makeshift tent, her dingy brown sunbonnet in her hand, and the redoubtable Tige walking close to her shapeless brown skirt.  And although her face was tanned nearly as brown as her bonnet, with the desert sun and desert winds of that long, weary journey in search of a home, it was as delicately modeled as that of the girl who rode forward to greet her; and sweet with the sweetness of soul which made that big man worship her.  Her hair was a soft gold such as one sees sometimes upon the head of a child or in the pictures of angels, and it was cut short and curled in distracting little rings about her head, and framed softly her smooth forehead.  Her eyes were brown and soft and wistful—­with a twinkle at the corners, nevertheless, which brightened them wonderfully; and although her mouth drooped slightly with the same wistfulness, a little smile lurked there also, as though her life had been spent largely in longing for the unattainable, and in laughing at herself because she knew the futility of the longing.