“By and by the people is come back to the _rancheria_, and Juan he is do the best he can to take care of the place, and the cattle and the horses. For a little while things they go along like before the pest it have kill Don Pedro. “One day Juan he go into the hills for the round up, and for two days he come not back. Before he go he tell La Bonita to keep good watch of the poor Chiquita, but all the same he is afraid. All the time of the riding after the cattle he is afraid it goes not well with Chiquita. “When Juan he is get back from the round up, the great trouble it have come. Chiquita she is mad--she have gone crazy, _Señor_, and she does not know anything--not anybody does she know! “From La Bonita Juan hears the story. The Englishman he has come back to see what is happen at the _hacienda_. Chiquita is so glad she almost die with the gladness, but _el Inglés_, he is see her poor face with all the scar, and he is look, ‘Ugh!’ He say nothing, but he look the ‘Ugh!’ “La Bonita she hear the Englishman tell Chiquita he must say _adios_--for the last time he must say it. She cry, and cry, and cry, like the heart it is to break, and she hold tight to the coat of Milord. And then he push her away hard, so! and tell her about the scar on her face, and she not understand--she not believe. So he take from his pocket _el espejo_, the looking-glass, and hold it before Chiquita! “La Bonita she hear the great scream and run quick to Chiquita. She find her on the floor like one who is dead. The Englishman he is not there--he is gone, but on the floor is the devil looking-glass. La Bonita made the curse, and crush the glass into the thousand pieces, so! If the Englishman he had not gone she sure would have kill him, that old woman! She with the poniard could aim true, that Bonita, and for the blood of Milord was she thirsty. “When he have the work to do, _el Mexicano_ make not the hurry, but when he must kill his enemy, _Señor_, then does he never say _mañana_--the to-morrow. To-day is the time he must kill. “Juan stayed not long at the _hacienda_. He leave Chiquita with the old woman, and saddle his mustang and ride--swift as the bird flies, rode Juan. The _vaqueros_ they tell him the Englishman he have ride through Sonora, and so Juan he go that way. “Does _el Señor_ know where is the ferry on the Stanislaus?” “Yes,” I said, “I know the place well.” “Then, the _Señor_ he will remember that the mountains are at the ferry high, very high and steep like the wall. The Stanislaus in the spring is so swift that in it a man could not live one second. The rocks, ah! _Señor_, the rocks in the canyon of the Stanislaus they are plenty, and they are sharp and cruel.