I rode behind her, in case of accident."
"What day was that?"
Pablo considered. "The day after you were shot, Don Miguel."
"Did you see Senorita Parker give Senor Conway a writing?"
"I did, truly. She wrote from a small leathern book and tore out the
page whereon she wrote. In return Senor Conway made a writing and this
he gave to Senorita Parker who accepted it.
"Thank you, Pablo. That is all I desired to know." And he was away
again, swinging his lariat and whooping joyously at the cattle. Pablo
watched narrowly.
"Now whatever this mystery may be," he soliloquized, "the news I gave
Don Miguel has certainly not displeased him. Ah, he is a sharp one,
that boy. He learns everything and without effort, yet for all he
knows he talks but little. Can it be that he has the gift of second
sight? I wonder!"
CHAPTER XXVII
Kay Parker was seated on the bench under the catalpa tree when Miguel
Farrel rode up the palm-lined avenue to the hacienda, that night; his
face, as he dismounted before her, conveyed instantly to the girl the
impression that he was in a more cheerful and contented mood than she
had observed since that day she had first met him in uniform.
She smiled a welcome. He swept off his hat and favored her with a bow
which appeared to Kay to be slightly more ceremonious than usual.
"Your horse is tired," she remarked. "Are you?"
"'Something accomplished, something done, has earned a night's
repose,'" he quoted cheerfully.
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