r remain, alien--in thought, language, morals,
religion, patriotism, and standards of living. They will dominate us,
because they are a dominant people; they will shoulder us aside,
control us, dictate to us, and we shall disappear from this beautiful
land as surely and as swiftly as did the Mission Indian. While the
South has its negro problem--and a sorry problem it is--we Californians
have had an infinitely more dangerous problem thrust upon us. We've
got to shake them off. We've got to!"
"I'll speak to my father. I do not think he understands--that he fully
realizes--"
"Ah! Thank you so much. Your father is rich, is he not?"
"I think he possesses more money than he will ever need," she replied
soberly.
"Please try to make him see that the big American thing to do would be
to colonize his land in the San Gregorio for white men and take a
lesser profit. Really, I do not relish the idea of Japanese neighbors."
"You live there, then?"
He nodded.
"Hope to die there, too. You leave the train at El Toro, I suppose?"
"My father has telegraphed mother to have the car meet us there. We
shall motor out to the ranch. And are you alighting at El Toro also?"
"No. I plan to pile off at Sespe, away up the line, and take a short
cut via a cattle-trail over the hills. I'll hike it."
She hesitated slightly. Then:
"I'm sure father would be very happy to give you a lift out from El
Toro, Sergeant. We shall have oodles of room."
"Thank you. You are very kind. But the fact is," he went on to
explain, "nobody knows I'm coming home, and I have a childish desire to
sneak in the back way and surprise them. Were I to appear in El Toro,
I'd have to shake hands with everybody in town and relate a history of
my exploits and--"
"I understand perfectly. You just want to get home, don't you?" And
she bent upon him a smile of complete understanding--a smile
all-compelling, maternal. "But did you say you'd hike it in from
Sespe? Why not hire a horse?"
"I'd like to have a horse, and if I cared to ask far one, I could
borrow one. But I'll hike it instead. It will be easy in light
marching-order."
"Speaking of horses," she said abruptly. "Do you know a horse in the
San Gregorio named Panchito?"
"A very dark chestnut with silver mane and tail, five-gaited, and as
stylish as a lady?"
"The very same."
"I should say I do know that horse! What about him?"
"My father is going to buy him for
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