We always made a practice of one of us seeing the horses properly
watered, while the other stayed in camp. As soon as Contrario rejoined
us it was time for "watering order"; and one of us started out on
Cyclops, while Contrario led the other horses, tied together. We had
given him the kettle and one of the water-bottles to carry. The well was
reached safely, the horses watered, and some corn bought at the local
store; but on return to camp Contrario was only carrying the kettle. He
had already annoyed us by the slow pace at which he had kept the horses
going and by loitering to talk with some of the National Guard. We were
tired and not in the best of tempers, and somewhat testily demanded to
know where the water-bottle was. He gabbled away in Spanish some
sentences we did not understand, but did not attempt to produce it. We
thought he had left it at the well and tried to say so, ordering him to
return for it. He entirely misunderstood, and believed we were accusing
him of stealing it. The fellow was a fool but he was genuinely honest,
and the most we were accusing him of was carelessness. But he would not
be pacified, and wringing his hands and in a snivelling whine repeating
again and again "_Yo soy no robo!_" ("I am no robber!"), he gathered up
his traps, and, regardless of pay, was about to leave when suddenly by
the firelight one of us detected the water-bottle, lying hidden in the
shadow of a boulder where he had set it down and forgotten it before
going down to the well. We were really sorry to have hurt his feelings,
and he saw it, and with almost childish pleasure accepted our apologies.
It was like a thunderstorm, it cleared the air; and as, after our frugal
meal of black beans, boiled eggs, tortillas, and Cadbury's cocoa, we sat
round the fire smoking, we became quite "chummy" with the soldier-lad,
who, delighted at the rehabilitation of his character, talked nineteen
to the dozen till hammock-time, when we cemented our new-found
friendship by giving him one of our blankets to aid his own flimsy
Mexican wrap in keeping him warm during the cold night.
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