famous lime-tree and
get sweet again. Pablo, you russet scoundrel, no more rough stuff if
you know what's good for you. Where is Panchito?"

"I leave those horse loose in the pasture," Pablo replied, a whit
abashed. "I like for see if those horse he got some brains like before
you go ride heem. For long time Panchito don' hear hees boss call
heem. Mebbeso he forget--no?"

"We shall see, Pablo."

XII

They walked out to the barn. In a little green field in the
oak-studded valley below, a dozen horses were feeding. Farrel whistled
shrilly. Instantly, one of the horses raised his head and listened.
Again Farrel whistled, and a neigh answered him as Panchito broke from
the herd and came galloping up the slope. When his master whistled
again, the gallop developed into a furious burst of speed; whereat
Farrel slipped inside the barn and shut the door, while round and round
the barn Panchito galloped, seeking the lost master.

Suddenly Don Miguel emerged and, with little affectionate nickerings,
the beautiful animal trotted up to him, ran his head over the master's
shoulder, and rubbed his sleek cheek against the man's. Farrel nuzzled
him and rubbed him lovingly between the ears before producing a lump of
sugar. Upon command, Panchito squatted on his hind quarters like a dog
and held his head out stiffly. Upon his nose Farrel balanced the lump
of sugar, backed away, and stood in front of him. The horse did not
move. Suddenly Farrel snapped his fingers. With a gentle toss of his
head, Panchito threw the lump of sugar in the air and made a futile
snap at it as it came down. Then he rose, picked the lump up
carefully, and, holding it between his lips, advanced and proffered his
master a bite.

"Oh, you eat it yourself!" Farrel cried, and reached for the horse's
unkempt mane. With the ease of long practice, he swung aboard the
horse and, at the touch of his heels, Panchito bounded away. Far down
the mesa he raced, Farrel guiding him with his knees; then back and
over the six-foot corral-fence with something of the airy freedom of a
bird. In the corral, Farrel slid off, ran with the galloping animal
for fifty feet, grasping his mane, and sprang completely over him, ran
fifty feet more and sprang back, as nimbly as a monkey. Panchito was
galloping easily, steadily, now, at a trained gait, like a circus
horse, so Farrel sat sideways on him and discarded his boots, after
which he stood erect on the s