"T'ought I was lyin' about the money, did ye? Well, you can frisk me if you wanter. Dat's the last simoleon in the treasury. Who's goin' to pay?" The cattleman's clear grey eyes looked steadily from under his grizzly brows into the huckleberry optics of his guest. After a little he said simply, and not ungraciously, "I'll be much obliged to you, son, if you won't mention money any more. Once was quite a plenty. Folks I ask to my ranch don't have to pay anything, and they very scarcely ever offers it. Supper'll be ready in half an hour. There's water in the pitcher, and some, cooler, to drink, in that red jar hanging on the gallery [39]." [FOOTNOTE 39: Drinking water was stored in clay containers in the shade. Water seeped through the clay to the surface, where it evaporated, and the evaporation cooled the jar and its contents.] "Where's the bell?" asked McGuire, looking about. "Bell for what?" "Bell to ring for things. I can't--see here," he exploded in a sudden, weak fury, "I never asked you to bring me here. I never held you up for a cent. I never gave you a hard-luck story till you asked me. Here I am fifty miles from a bellboy or a cocktail. I'm sick. I can't hustle. Gee! but I'm up against it!" McGuire fell upon the cot and sobbed shiveringly. Raidler went to the door and called. A slender, bright-complexioned Mexican youth about twenty came quickly. Raidler spoke to him in Spanish. "Ylario, it is in my mind that I promised you the position of _vaquero_ on the San Carlos range at the fall _rodea_." "_Si, señor_, such was your goodness." "Listen. This _señorito_ [40] is my friend. He is very sick. Place yourself at his side. Attend to his wants at all times. Have much patience and care with him. And when he is well, or--and when he is well, instead of _vaquero_ I will make you _mayordomo_ of the Rancho de las Piedras. _Esta bueno_? [41]" [FOOTNOTE 40: señorito--(Spanish) young man, little man] [FOOTNOTE 41: Esta bueno?--(Spanish) Is that good? Is that all right?] "_Si, si--mil gracias [42], señor_." Ylario tried to kneel upon the floor in his gratitude, but the cattleman kicked at him benevolently, growling, "None of your opery-house antics, now." [FOOTNOTE 42: mil gracias--(Spanish) a thousand thanks] Ten minutes later Ylario came from McGuire's room and stood before Raidler. "The little _señor_," he announced, "presents his compliments" (Raidler credited Ylario with the preliminary) "and desires some pounded ice, one hot bath, one gin feez-z, that the windows be all closed, toast, one shave, one Newyorkheral', cigarettes, and to send one telegram." Raidler took a quart bottle of whisky from his medicine cabinet. "Here, take him this," he said.