They do not understand fair play, but think a man who does not take all the advantage he can get is a fool. Even in affairs of honour some of them will take all they can get, though the following is an exceptional case: Some time ago Burns, an American, had a quarrel with Martinez, a Mexican, son of a wealthy _hacendado_ (ranchman) of Guadalajara. Burns was manager for a mining company at Ayutla, a town near here, and young Martinez had charge of his father’s ranch at that place. They were in love with the same girl, quarrelled over her one evening, and decided to fight a duel. They were both armed, and agreed to walk together to a secluded place on some side-street and shoot it out. On the way Martinez, who was walking a little behind the other, drew his pistol and shot Burns twice in the back, and then fled; Burns, though badly wounded, turned and emptied his pistol at the fleeing man without effect. This was Burns’ dying statement. Martinez lay out in the hills for a few days, then came in and gave himself up as soon as he heard that Burns was dead. His family moved heaven and earth, and he is now out a free man. Yet this is the second man he has killed by shooting in the back, as it became known later. Though we overstepped our rights in defending our work, it is nothing to the way the _gente fino_ treat the peon class. I was once after duck near here, on a ranch where I had a permit to shoot. At the lake there was a Mexican of the peon class shooting mud-hens, and unconsciously aiding us as he kept the ducks moving. The owner of the ranch and his foreman happened to come riding by, and asked if the peon was of our party; when we said “no” the owner told the foreman to run him off. The foreman rode up to the man and ordered him off, telling him to run; then, as he was not going fast enough, he rode over the man, knocking him down. The poor fellow picked himself up and fled for his life, but in Texas that foreman would have been a poor insurance risk. Mexicans of the lower class, in spite of their poverty, are great spendthrifts. We have a man who has been with us four years. He started at 45 cents per day, and has worked up to $2.75 per day, which he has been getting now for over two years. I asked him one day if he had any money saved up. He replied, "I have $10." I asked him why he did not lay by $1 per day, which he could easily do, having no one but himself and one sister to support, and that he would have nearly $400 at interest by the end of the year. He replied, "If I had $400 all at one time I would go crazy."