Longorio shook his head in vague denial.

“It is regarding my ranch, La Feria.”  Seeing that the name conveyed nothing, she explained, “I am told that your army confiscated my cattle.”

“Ah yes!  Now I understand.”  The Mexican nodded mechanically, but it was plain that he was not heeding her words in the least.  All his mental powers appeared to be concentrated in that disconcerting stare which he still bent upon her.  “We confiscate everything—­it is a necessity of war,” he murmured.

“But this is different.  The ranch is mine, and I am an American.”

There was a pause.  The General made a visible effort to gather his wits.  It was now quite patent that the sight of Alaire, the sound of her voice, her first glance, had stricken him with an odd semi-paralysis.  As if to shut out a vision or to escape some dazzling sight, he dosed his eyes.  Alaire wondered if the fellow had been drinking.  She turned to Dolores to find that good woman wearing an expression of stupefaction.  It was very queer; it made Alaire extremely ill at ease.

Longorio opened his eyes and smiled.  “It seems that I have seen you before—­as if we were old friends—­or as if I had come face to face with myself,” said he.  “I am affected strangely.  It is unaccountable.  I know you well—­completely—­everything about you is familiar to me, and yet we meet for the first time, eh?  How do you explain that, unless a miracle—­”

“It is merely your imagination.”

“Such beauty—­here among these common people!  I was unprepared.”  Longorio passed a brown hand across his brow to brush away those perverse fancies that so interfered with his thoughts.

In moments of stress the attention often centers upon trivial things and the mind photographs unimportant objects.  Alaire noticed now that one of Longorio’s fingers was decorated with a magnificent diamond-and-ruby ring, and this interested her queerly.  No ordinary man could fittingly have worn such an ornament, yet on the hand of this splendid barbarian it seemed not at all out of keeping.

“Dios!  Let me take hold of myself, for my wits are in mutiny,” Longorio continued.  Then he added, more quietly:  “I need not assure you, senora, that you have only to command me.  Your ranch has been destroyed; your cattle stolen, eh?”

“Yes.  At least—­”

“We will shoot the perpetrators of this outrage at once.  Bueno!  Come with me and you shall see it with your own eyes.”

“No, no!  You don’t understand.”

“So?  What then?”

“I don’t want to see any one punished.  I merely want your government to pay me for my cattle.”  Alaire laughed nervously.

“Ah!  But a lady of refinement should not discuss such a miserable business.  It is a matter for men.  Bother your pretty head no more about it, and leave me to punish the guilty in my own way.”