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isn't he?" "They are wonderfully built, most of them. This chap was pretty badly used by his master--they are virtually slaves, you know,--and bolted, and Jimsy found him one night----" The boy got up and came over to them. "Starving, and almost dead with weakness and his wounds,--beaten almost to death and one of his ears hacked off! And Uncle Rich' took him in and kept him for me." His uncle grinned and flung an arm across his shoulder. "And had the devil--and many _pesos_ to pay to the local _jefe_ and the naturally peevish gentleman who lost him. But at that I'll have to admit he's the best man on the _rancho_ to-day." He threw a teasing look at Honor, glowing and misty-eyed over Jimsy's championing of the oppressed. "The only trouble is, I suppose Jimsy will take him with him when he sets up housekeeping for himself. What do you think, Maddy? Could Yaqui Juan be taught to buttle?" "No butlers for us, Uncle Rich'!" Jimsy was red but unabashed. "We might rent him for a movie star and live on his earnings. We aren't very clear yet as to what we _will_ live on!" The personage looked at him gravely. "You are going to settle in Los Angeles?" "_Yes!_" said Jimsy and Honor in a breath. The good new life coming which would be the good old life over again, only better! "Oh," said Mrs. King, "I forgot,--I asked them to come up from the quarters and make music for you! They're here now! Look!" She went to the window and the others followed. The garden was filled with vaguely seen figures, massed in groups, and there was a soft murmur of voices and the tentative strumming of guitars. "Shall we come out on the veranda? You'll want a _rebozo_, Honor,--the nights are sharp." She called back to the serving woman. "Put out the lights, Josita." They sat in the dusk and looked out into the veiled and shadowy spaces and the dim singers lifted up their voices. The moon would rise late; there was no light save the tiny pin points of the cigarettes; it gave the music an elfin, eerie quality. "Pretty crude after Italy, eh, Honor?" Richard King wanted to know. "Oh, it's delicious, Mr. King! Please ask them to sing another!" "May we have the _Golondrina_?" the eldest guest wanted to know. "Well--how about it, Maddy? Think we're all cheerful enough? We know that two of us are! All right!" He called down the request and it seemed to Honor that a little quiver went through the singers in the shadow. The guitars broke
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