This was indeed news!  Jose began patriotically cursing the whole American people.

“Understand, I make you my confidant because I think a great deal of you, Jose.”  The general laid an affectionate hand upon Jose’s shoulder.  “The first time I saw you I said:  ’There’s a boy after my own heart.  I shall learn to love that Jose, and I shall put him in the way of his fortune.’  Well, I have not changed my mind, and the time is come.  You are going to help me and I am going to help you.”

Jose Sanchez thrilled with elation from head to foot.  This promised to be the greatest day of his life, and he felt that he must be dreaming.

“You haven’t tired of Rosa, eh?  You still wish to marry her?” Longorio was inquiring.

“Yes.  But, of course, I’m a poor man.”

“Just so.  I shall attend to that.  Now we come to the object of my visit.  Jose, I propose to make you rich enough in one day so that you can marry.”

“But first, wait!” exclaimed the horse-breaker.  “I bring you something of value, too.”  Desiring to render favor for favor, and to show that he was fully deserving of the general’s generosity, Jose removed from inside the sweatband of his hat a sealed, stamped letter, which he handed to his employer.  “Yesterday I carried the mail to town, but as I rode away from Las Palmas the senora handed me this, with a silver dollar for myself.  Look!  It is written to the man we both hate.”

Longorio took the letter, read the inscription, and then opened the envelope.  Jose looked on with pleasure while he spelled out the contents.

When the general had finished reading, he exclaimed:  “Ho!  A miracle!  Now I know all that I wish to know.”

“Then I did well to steal that letter, eh?”

“Diablo!  Yes!  That brute of a husband makes my angel’s life unbearable, and she flees to La Feria to be rid of him.  Good!  It fits in with my plans.  She will be surprised to see me there.  Then, when the war comes and all is chaos then what?  I’ll warrant I can make her forget certain things and certain people.”  Longorio nodded with satisfaction.  “You did very well, Jose.”

The latter leaned forward, his eyes bright.  “That lady is rich.  A fine prize, truly.  She would bring a huge ransom.”

This remark brought a smile to Longorio’s face.  “My dear friend, you do not in the least understand,” he said.  “Ransom!  What an idea!” He lost himself in meditation, then, rousing, spoke briskly:  “Listen!  In two, three days, your senora will leave Las Palmas.  When she is gone you will perform your work, like the brave man I know you to be.  You will relieve her of her husband.”

Jose hesitated, and the smile vanished from his face.  “Senor Ed is not a bad man.  He likes me; he—­” Longorio’s gaze altered and Jose fell silent.

“Come!  You are not losing heart, eh?  Have I not promised to make you a rich man?  Well, the time has arrived.”  Seeing that Jose still manifested no eagerness, the general went on in a different tone:  “Do not think that you can withdraw from our little arrangement.  Oh no!  Do you remember a promise I made to you when you came to me in Romero?  I said that if you played me false I would bury you to the neck in an anthill and fill your mouth with honey.  I keep my promises.”