"Donna Elvira of--all the senor sees!" exclaimed the landlord, with a sweep of his hand which included all the earth in view. "The rich, the all-powerful senora. Her _estancia_ is on the other side of the hill. It is magnificent, superb, worthy of so great an Excelencia. The senor should trouble himself so far as to view it. It was probable that her Excellency might consent to see the senor, for it was well known that the Donna Elvira was good to all strangers--especially foreigners," he added, nodding encouragingly at Derrick. Derrick declared himself grateful for the suggestion, and, with greater interest, asked if he could be permitted to wash himself. With the courtesy of his nation, the landlord led him to an outhouse provided roughly with means of ablution, and Derrick enjoyed a thorough good wash; then, feeling quite another man, he set off towards the ranch and the house of the overseer. Jose, the overseer, received Derrick with Spanish politeness, and listened phlegmatically to his request for employment; and, in response, informed Derrick that his experience was insufficient; and Derrick, receiving the verdict, was limping away, when a little dog came bounding down the road which wound from the great house to the overseer's lodge. It yapped round Derrick's legs; then suddenly its bark turned to a squeal and it held up one paw and regarded, with an eye of entreaty, the face of the man at whom it had been yapping. Derrick knew what had happened, and sought for the thing which had run into its foot. He found the thorn, and, not being able to extract it with his fingers, seated himself on the bank, and took out his pen-knife. As he did so, the white-haired lady came, with stately step, round the bend; she glanced at Derrick, but passed him and went to Don Jose. "I want to speak to you," she said. "But who is that man, and what is he doing with Pepito?" Don Jose explained. Donna Elvira spoke for a few minutes longer; then she turned and walked towards the house. By this time Derrick had performed the surgical operation on Pepito, and was about to set him down, when the lady stopped and said: "What is the matter with my dog, senor?" "It was,"--began Derrick, in Spanish; then, as he did not know the Spanish word, he concluded, in English, "a thorn." Donna Elvira started, but so slightly that the involuntary movement of surprise was unnoticed by Derrick. "You are English?" she said, in his own language. "Yes, my lady," replied Derrick. Pepito's foot still hurt him, and, with extreme sorrow for himself, he turned over on his back. "He is still in pain," said Donna Elvira. "Will the senor oblige me by carrying him to the house?"