"Who is that?" asked Derrick, with an interest and curiosity which

surprised himself.

The landlord lifted his swarthy brows and, extending his huge hands with

an expression of pitying surprise, demanded of Derrick where he had come

from that he did not know Donna Elvira.

"The lady of the ranch?" said Derrick, excusing his deplorable ignorance

by explaining, as well as he could, that he had come from a distance.

"Donna Elvira of--all the señor sees!" exclaimed the landlord, with a

sweep of his hand which included all the earth in view. "The rich, the

all-powerful señora. Her estancia is on the other side of the hill. It

is magnificent, superb, worthy of so great an Excelencia. The señor

should trouble himself so far as to view it. It was probable that her

Excellency might consent to see the señor, for it was well known that

the Donna Elvira was good to all strangers--especially foreigners," he

added, nodding encouragingly at Derrick.

Derrick declared himself grateful for the suggestion, and, with greater

interest, asked if he could be permitted to wash himself. With the

courtesy of his nation, the landlord led him to an outhouse provided

roughly with means of ablution, and Derrick enjoyed a thorough good

wash; then, feeling quite another man, he set off towards the ranch and

the house of the overseer.

José, the overseer, received Derrick with Spanish politeness, and

listened phlegmatically to his request for employment; and, in response,

informed Derrick that his experience was insufficient; and Derrick,

receiving the verdict, was limping away, when a little dog came bounding

down the road which wound from the great house to the overseer's lodge.

It yapped round Derrick's legs; then suddenly its bark turned to a

squeal and it held up one paw and regarded, with an eye of entreaty, the

face of the man at whom it had been yapping.

Derrick knew what had happened, and sought for the thing which had run

into its foot. He found the thorn, and, not being able to extract it

with his fingers, seated himself on the bank, and took out his

pen-knife. As he did so, the white-haired lady came, with stately step,

round the bend; she glanced at Derrick, but passed him and went to Don

José.

"I want to speak to you," she said. "But who is that man, and what is he

doing with Pepito?"

Don José explained. Donna Elvira spoke for a few minutes longer; then

she turned and walked towards the house. By this time Derrick had

performed the surgical operation on Pepito, and was about to set him

down, when the lady stopped and said: "What is the matter with my dog, señor?"




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