for the soldiers come take care us.  I feel so fright I hardly can walk back to the house, and I no sleep that night.  In the morning firs thing I telling Don Carlos, but he say is nonsense and no will lissen.  He is very brave and no care for nothing; fight the Indians and killing them plenty times.  The two caballeros go away after breakfas, and when they are gone I can see my senora alone, and I telling her.  She feel very fright and beg Don Carlos send for the soldiers, but he no will.  Ay, yi!  Ester is fright too; but Beatriz laugh and say she like have some excite and killing the Indians hersel.  After while old Pepe come up to the house and tell he hear ’gain, but Don Carlos no will ask him even where he hear, and tell him to go back to the rancheria where belong, and make the reatas; he is so old he no can make anything else.

“Bueno!  The nex morning—­bout nine o’clock—­Don Carlos is at the corral with two vaqueros and I am in the keetchen with the cook and one Indian boy, call Franco.  Never I like that boy.  Something so sneak, and he steal the dulces plenty times and walk so soffit.  I am help the cook—­very good woman, but no have much sense—­fry lard, when I hear terreeblay noise—­horses gallop like they jump out the earth near the house, and many mens yell and scream and shout.

“I run to the window and whatte I see?—­Indians, Indians, Indians, thick like black ants on hill, jus race for the house, yelling like the horses’ backs been fule de pins; and Don Carlos and the two vaqueros run like they have wings for the kitchen door, so can get in and get the guns and fight from the windows.  I know whatte they want, so I run to the door to throw wide, and whatte I see but that devil Franco lock it and stan in front.  I jump on him so can scratch his eyes out, but he keeck me in the estomac and for few minutes I no know it nothing.

“When I opa my eyes, the room is fule de Indians, and in the iron the house I hear my senora and Dona Ester scream, scream, scream.  I crawl up by the window-seat and look out, and there—­ay, Madre de Dios!—­see on the groun my senor dead, stuck fule de arrows; and the vaqueros, too, of course.  That maka me crazy and I run among the Indians, hitting them with my fists, to my senora and my senoritas.  Jus as I run into the sala they go to killing my senora, but I snatch the knife and fall down on my knees and beg and cry they no hurcha her, and bime by they say all right.  But—­santa Dios!—­whatte you think they do it?  They tear all the closes offa her till she is naked like my ban, and drive her out the house with the reatas.  They no letting me follow and I look out the window and see her reel like she is drunk down the valley and scream, scream!—­Ay, Dios!