"Sick of waiting so long for you, dear one," she answered. "My eyes are dim with always gazing into that devil's pincushion through which you come. And I can see into it such a little way, too. But you are here, beloved one, and I will not scold. _Que mal muchacho_ [77]! not to come to see your _alma_ [78] more often. Go in and rest, and let me water your horse and stake him with the long rope. There is cool water in the jar for you." [FOOTNOTE 77: Que mal muchacho!--(Spanish) What a bad boy!] [FOOTNOTE 78: alma--(Spanish) soul, spirit; in this sense a "soul-mate"] The Kid kissed her affectionately. "Not if the court knows itself do I let a lady stake my horse for me," said he. "But if you'll run in, _chica_ [79], and throw a pot of coffee together while I attend to the _caballo_ [80], I'll be a good deal obliged." [FOOTNOTE 79: chica--(Spanish) girl, little one] [FOOTNOTE 80: caballo--(Spanish) horse] Besides his marksmanship the Kid had another attribute for which he admired himself greatly. He was _muy caballero_ [81], as the Mexicans express it, where the ladies were concerned. For them he had always gentle words and consideration. He could not have spoken a harsh word to a woman. He might ruthlessly slay their husbands and brothers, but he could not have laid the weight of a finger in anger upon a woman. Wherefore many of that interesting division of humanity who had come under the spell of his politeness declared their disbelief in the stories circulated about Mr. Kid. One shouldn't believe everything one heard, they said. When confronted by their indignant men folk with proof of the _caballero's_ deeds of infamy, they said maybe he had been driven to it, and that he knew how to treat a lady, anyhow. [FOOTNOTE 81: muy caballero--(Spanish) very much a gentleman] Considering this extremely courteous idiosyncrasy of the Kid and the pride he took in it, one can perceive that the solution of the problem that was presented to him by what he saw and heard from his hiding-place in the pear that afternoon (at least as to one of the actors) must have been obscured by difficulties. And yet one could not think of the Kid overlooking little matters of that kind. At the end of the short twilight they gathered around a supper of _frijoles_, goat steaks, canned peaches, and coffee, by the light of a lantern in the _jacal_. Afterward, the ancestor, his flock corralled, smoked a cigarette and became a mummy in a grey blanket. Tonia washed the few dishes while the Kid dried them with the flour-sacking towel. Her eyes shone; she chatted volubly of the inconsequent happenings of her small world since the Kid's last visit; it was as all his other home-comings had been. Then outside Tonia swung in a grass hammock with her guitar and sang sad _canciones de amor_ [82]. [FOOTNOTE 82: canciones de amor--(Spanish) love songs]