"I'm glad you feel that way, Miss Bancroft," Curtis exclaimed, his face alight with approval and admiration. "I think myself it's about as despicable a way of getting money legally as man ever devised. Baxter knows when he loans the money that the poor wretches will never be able to pay back a cent of it. He wouldn't loan it to them if he thought they could, for it's their land he's after. I've heard that he's getting control in this way of a big tract in the Rio Grande valley and that he intends to form a company, advertise it through the East, and sell the land, which is really valuable, at big prices." "Well, I think it's a shameful piece of business, and I'm surprised that Mr. Baxter is engaged in it!" said Lucy with decision. "Before you condemn him so severely, daughter," interposed Bancroft, his eyes still lowered, "you should remember that the business of the loan mortgage companies has the full sanction of law and custom, and that many of the most reputable business men of the United States have engaged in it." "I can't help it, daddy, if all the Congressmen and lawyers and business men, and preachers too, in the United States are engaged in it--that doesn't make it right. Somehow it seems a different matter with these poor Mexicans, they are so helpless. Why, it's almost like stealing their homes. I'm sorry, daddy, to speak so about Mr. Baxter, but that's really the way I feel about it; I suppose he doesn't realize what an injury he's doing them. Oh, daddy," and she leaned forward eagerly, her face flushing, "you and he are such good friends, maybe you could tell him what harm he's doing and persuade him to give up that part of his business!" Conrad smiled grimly. "It's plain, Miss Bancroft," he said, without waiting for her father to reply, "that you are not intimately acquainted with Dell Baxter. I'm sorry about this Melgares business, for I can't help feeling a sort of responsibility. If the fellow is hung his family will be left destitute. Yes, he has a wife and four children," he continued in answer to Miss Dent. "I had a talk with him about the affair, and he asked me to send for his family for him. He had money with which to pay their fares, though where he got it probably wouldn't bear too close an inquiry." Lucy was looking at him eagerly, her face full of sympathy. "The poor things!" she exclaimed. "When they come you must let me know, Mr. Conrad." Bancroft abruptly changed the subject, and presently the talk drifted to a story that had just come out about the postmaster at Randall. "It's a characteristic New Mexican tale," said Curtis, turning to the ladies. "You'll soon find out, Miss Bancroft, if you don't know it already, that the cowboy song of 'What was your name in the States?' can often be applied in earnest." "Confound the fellow," thought Bancroft irritably, "why is he always harping on that subject!"