pleasant voice he said: 'Wall, Senor,—I allow yer air a Senor by yer color,—it would take right smart uv time tew tell yeow haow I cum by thet hoss, 'n' by the other one tew. They ain't mine, neither one on 'em.' Jos's speech was as unintelligible to Felipe as it had been to Ramona, Jos saw it, and chuckled. 'Mebbe 't would holp yer tew understand me ef I wuz tew talk Mexican,' he said, and proceeded to repeat in tolerably good Spanish the sum and substance of what he had just said, adding: 'They belong to an Indian over on San Jacinto; at least, the off one does; the nigh one's his wife's; he wouldn't ever call thet one anything but hers. It had been hers ever sence she was a girl, they said, I never saw people think so much of hosses as they did.' Before Jos had finished speaking, Felipe had bounded into the wagon, throwing his horse's reins to a boy in the crowd, and crying, 'Follow along with my horse, will you? I must speak to this man.' Found! Found,—the saints be praised,—at last! How should he tell this man fast enough? How should he thank him enough? Laying his hand on Jos's knee, he cried: 'I can't explain to you; I can't tell you. Bless you forever,—forever! It must be the saints led you here!' 'Oh, Lawd!' thought Jos; 'another o' them 'saint' fellers! I allow not, Senor,' he said, relapsing into Tennesseean. 'It wur Tom Wurmsee led me; I wuz gwine ter move his truck fur him this arternoon.' 'Take me home with you to your house,' said Felipe, still trembling with excitement; 'we cannot talk here in the street. I want to hear all you can tell me about them. I have been searching for them all over California.' Jos's face lighted up. This meant good fortune for that gentle, sweet Ramona, he was sure. 'I'll take you straight there,' he said; 'but first I must stop at Tom's. He will be waiting for me.' The crowd dispersed, disappointed; cheated out of their anticipated scene of an arrest for horse-stealing. 'Good for you, Tennessee!' and, 'Fork over that black horse, Jos!' echoed from the departing groups. Sensations were not so common in San Bernardino that they could afford to slight so notable an occasion as this. As Jos turned the corner into the street where he lived, he saw his mother coming at a rapid run towards them, her sun-bonnet half off her head, her spectacles pushed up in her hair. 'Why, thar's mammy!' he exclaimed. 'What ever hez gone wrong naow?' Before he finished speaking, she saw the black horses, and snatching her bonnet from her head waved it wildly, crying, 'Yeow Jos! Jos, hyar! Stop! I wuz er comin' ter hunt yer!' Breathlessly she continued talking, her words half lost in the sound of the wheels. Apparently she did not see the stranger sitting by Jos's side. 'Oh, Jos, thar's the terriblest news come! Thet Injun Alessandro's got killed; murdered; jest murdered, I say; 'tain't no less. Thar wuz an Injun come down from ther mounting with a letter to the Agent.' 'Good God! Alessandro killed!' burst from Felipe's lips in a heart-rending voice. Jos looked bewilderedly from his mother to Felipe; the complication was almost beyond him. 'Oh, Lawd!' he gasped. Turning to Felipe, 'Thet's mammy,' he said. 'She wuz real fond o' both on 'em.' Turning to his mother, 'This hyar's her brother,' he said. 'He jest knowed me by Baba, hyar on ther street. He's been huntin' 'em everywhar.' Aunt Ri grasped the situation instantly. Wiping her streaming eyes, she sobbed out: 'Wall, I'll allow, arter this, thar is sech a thing ez a Providence, ez they call it. 'Pears like ther couldn't ennythin' less brung yer hyar jest naow. I know who yer be; ye're her brother Feeleepy, ain't yer? Menny's ther time she's tolt me about yer! Oh, Lawd! How air we ever goin' to git ter her? I allow she's dead! I allow she'd never live arter seein' him shot down dead! He tolt me thar couldn't nobody git up thar whar they'd gone; no white folks, I mean. Oh, Lawd, Lawd!' Felipe stood paralyzed, horror-stricken. He turned in despair to Jos. 'Tell me in Spanish,' he said. 'I cannot understand.' As Jos gradually drew out the whole story from his mother's excited and incoherent speech, and translated it, Felipe groaned aloud, 'Too late! Too late!' He too felt, as Aunt Ri had, that Ramona never could have survived the shock of seeing her husband murdered. 'Too late! Too late!' he cried, as he staggered into the house. 'She has surely died of the sight.' 'I allow she didn't die, nuther,' said Jos; 'not ser long ez she hed thet young un to look arter!' 'Yer air right, Jos!' said Aunt Ri. 'I allow yer air right. Thar couldn't nothin' kill her, short er wild beasts, ef she hed ther baby 'n her arms! She ain't dead, not ef the baby ez erlive, I allow. Thet's some comfort.' Felipe sat with his face buried in his hands. Suddenly looking up, he said, 'How far is it?' 'Thirty miles 'n' more inter the valley, where we wuz,' said Jos; ''n' the Lawd knows how fur 'tis up on ter the mounting, where they wuz livin'. It's like goin' up the wall uv a house, goin' up San Jacinto Mounting, daddy sez. He wuz thar huntin' all summer with Alessandro.' How strange, how incredible it seemed, to hear Alessandro's name thus familiarly spoken,—spoken by persons who had known him so recently, and who were grieving, grieving as friends, to hear of his terrible death! Felipe felt as if he were in a trance. Rousing himself, he said, 'We must go. We must start at once. You will let me have the horses?' 'Wall, I allow yer've got more right ter 'em 'n—' began Jos, energetically, forgetting himself; then, dropping Tennesseean, he completed in Spanish his cordial assurances that the horses were at Felipe's command. 'Jos! He's got ter take me!' cried Aunt Ri. 'I allow I ain't never gwine ter set still hyar, 'n' thet girl inter sech trouble; 'n' if so be ez she is reely dead, thar's the baby. He hadn't orter go alone by hisself.' Felipe was thankful, indeed, for Aunt Ri's companionship, and expressed himself in phrases so warm, that she was embarrassed. 'Yeow tell him, Jos,' she said, 'I can't never git used ter bein' called Senory. Yeow tell him his' sister allers called me Aunt Ri, 'n' I jest wish he would. I allow me 'n' him'll git along all right. 'Pears like I'd known him all my days, jest ez 't did with her, arter the fust. I'm free to confess I take more ter these Mexicans than I do ter these low-down, driven Yankees, ennyhow,—a heap more; but I can't stand bein' Senory'd! Yeow tell him, Jos. I s'pose thar's a word for 'aunt' in Mexican, ain't there? 'Pears like thar couldn't be no langwedge 'thout sech a word! He'll know what it means! I'd go off with him a heap easier ef he'd call me jest plain Aunt Ri, ez I'm used ter, or Mis Hyer, either un on 'em; but Aunt Ri's the nateralest.' Jos had some anxiety about his mother's memory of the way to San Jacinto. She laughed. 'Don't yeow be a mite oneasy,' she said. 'I bet yeow I'd go clean back ter the States ther way we cum. I allow I've got every mile on 't 'n my hed plain's a turnpike. Yeow nor yer dad, neiry one on yer, couldn't begin to do 't. But what we air gwine ter do, fur gettin' up the mounting, thet's another thing. Thet's more 'n I dew know. But thar'll be a way pervided, Jos, sure's yeow're bawn. The Lawd ain't gwine to get hisself hindered er holpin' Ramony this time; I ain't a mite afeerd.' Felipe could not have found a better ally. The comparative silence enforced between them by reason of lack of a common vehicle for their thoughts was on the whole less of a disadvantage than would have at first appeared. They understood each other well enough for practical purposes, and their unity in aim, and in affection for Ramona, made a bond so strong, it could not have
