"Mother recently died in the East, and the colonel had them sent here in charge of a tutor who is to fit them for college, I believe." Later, on the same day, being desirous of looking over this ancient Indian and Mexican town, I was making a pedestrian tour of its streets, and chanced to be opposite San Miguel School in the eastern section during the pupils' recess. Half a dozen boys were engaged in throwing the lasso over the posts of the enclosing fence, when suddenly from a side street appeared the young corporals whom I had seen at reveille. The Mexican boys instantly greeted them with derisive shouts and jeers. They called them little Gringos and other opprobrious names, and one young Mexican threw the loop of his lasso over the smaller corporal's head and jerked him off his feet. His companions laughed loudly. The older corporal instantly pulled out his knife and cut the rope. Then the two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the crowd, quite ready to defend themselves. The young Mexicans, gesticulating and shouting, crowded round the two brothers, and blows appeared imminent. "Muchachos," suddenly cried a ringing voice from the rear, in Spanish, "are you not ashamed? A hundred against two!" A handsome lad forced his way through the crowd, placed himself beside the two corporals, and faced his young countrymen. Before the Mexicans recovered from their surprise the bell of San Miguel summoned them to school. They hurried away, leaving the two corporals with the young Mexican who had come to their assistance. "My name is Frank Burton," said the older corporal, extending his hand to the Mexican, "and this is my brother, Henry." The Mexican boy grasped the proffered hand, and said, "My name is Manuel Perea, of Algodones." "We are the sons of the commanding officer at the fort. Can't you come and see us next holiday?" "I should much like to; I will ask the fathers if I may." "Come over, and we will try to make your visit pleasant." "How well you speak Spanish! It will be a great pleasure to visit American boys who can speak my language, for I know but few English words." "Next Saturday, then?" "At ten o'clock, if the padres consent. Good-bye," and Manuel disappeared into the school-room. The following Saturday I saw the two corporals and their newly acquired companion at the post and at dinner in the mess-room, and a friendship was then formed which was to continue for many years.