Palafox was wont to amuse himself by provoking the pride and jealousy of this caged creature of untamed affections. "Where is Sott? Did he come home? He ought to be burnt alive for letting my game escape. Where is he?" Mex, standing behind her lord and watching him as he ate and drank, explained that Nine Eyes had been badly hurt in a fight with one of the band; a bullet had shivered the bones of his arm; the sufferer had groaned and howled, but she soothed him, she said, by a charm, and he at last slept. Sott's nondescript nurse had in fact, administered an opiate. In addition to the arts of the hoodoo and medicine man, she possessed unusual knowledge of the virtue of wild plants, including those of dangerous quality. There was never race or tribe so primitive as to be ignorant of deadly herbs. This scarcely half-civilized daughter of miscegenation was a Hecate in the skilful decoction of potent leaves, roots and berries. "You _charmed_ him to sleep?" sneered Palafox, glancing back threateningly, and speaking in Spanish. "Be careful who you charm. Best not be coddling Nine Eyes, or any other man, while I'm livin'. Bring another bottle. You could have kept those girls here for me, if you'd tried. You allowed that strutting dandy to carry them off before your eyes. This makes the second time he got away from me. The third time is the charm. Not your kind of charm, Mex, but one that acts quicker." "What charm?" asked Mex, who had gone behind the bar, and was busy with bottles and cups. She decanted some drops into a flask. "What charm! Copper-cheeks! You don't recollect how I dosed Pepillo that night!" "Yes, that night me save your life. Me your wife then! Me kill dandy?" Palafox chuckled at the question. "No, senora, no. I'll do that part of the business, and you see after the charming. You might have captivated the dandy for all I care, and kept him to yourself. It isn't him I want. I want her. And I'll have her yet. I've set my heart on getting ahold of that woman." The hand of Mex could not have been steady; she let fall something that broke like glass. "What are you spilling, there? Don't break my bottles. Bring me more drink." Mex started up confusedly from behind the bar, brought a flagon, sat down on the bench beside Palafox, and looked into his face. A furious resentment was raging in her heart. Palafox enjoyed his temporary wife's manifestations of jealousy. He laughed, took a deep draught from the flagon, and said: "You are infernal particular, Mex. I never heard of another woman of your pedigree who was opposed to polygamy." She did not understand all the words he used, but gathered the chief import, and replied with impetuous wrath: "No Mex--not Choctaw--me Castiliano--me Senora Palafox." The desperado sat still several minutes, drank again from a bowl which Mex had mixed.