Catching his mate around the shoulders the boy rushed into the hut, only to be as promptly banished from it. With a swiftness matching the children's own, the shepherd had followed and caught the pair, a lad in either hand, and flung them out of doors, exactly as one might a couple of mischievous kittens. Evidently, what was permissible to "Lady Jess" was forbidden these, though they were not at all disturbed by their sudden ejection. Such incidents were too familiar, and, having landed in one heap upon the ground, they immediately fell to wrestling as if this were the business they had originally intended. Now the black head of Spanish Luis was uppermost, now the sunnier one of Ned, with a flying jumble of vari-colored hands and feet, till Pedro came out and offered to each contestant a cup of cold, but well-sweetened coffee. This meant instant truce and they carried their treat to the bench Mr. Hale had occupied, leaving him to stand or sit upon the ground, as he preferred. He chose the latter and near enough to hear their eager chatter, which was still full of indignation against the shepherd's robust health. "'Cause he ought to been dead, 'most. And my mother wanting Jess the worst ever was. 'Cause Wun Lung cut hisself." "Maybe Wun Lung die now, maybe," suggested Luis, with hopeful heartlessness. "Pshaw! No, he won't. Chinamen don't. You never saw one, Luis Garcia. Hi! Look at Zulu. Hi! Keno, Keno, Keno! Oh, Wow!" By a mutual impulse, Prince and the ostrich had put as wide a space between themselves as possible, and the latter had strolled close to Pedro's quiet flock before he had perceived it. This was evident, even from the distance; but now up rose Keno, the collie, and with angry yelps rushed fearlessly upon the great bird. King Zulu hesitated but an instant before he turned his back upon his assailant and made all speed over the bluff into the canyon below. "Well, of all cowards! A creature that could have killed the dog with one kick of his foot!" cried Mr. Hale, amazed. "Huh! No, he couldn't. Kill you or Pedro. Kill that old horse of yours, easy as scat. Can't kick low down as Keno. Huh! Guess I know more about ostriches than you do," exulted Ned, in whose opinion the stranger had now greatly fallen. "Huh! Don't know about ostrichers!" echoed Luis, loyally, and was rewarded by a friendly slap from his pattern and playmate. Roused by the disturbance of his sheep, Pedro hurried to quiet them, but, as he passed, fixed a piercing gaze upon the stranger's face. The scrutiny seemed to partially reassure him, for he observed: "Horse lame, Zulu gone, catch burro, yes. Let the feet which take the trail be young, not feeble and unused. But to him who journeys with evil in his heart evil will surely come. The widow and the orphan belong to God. Indeed, yet. 'Ware, Antonio."