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Spaniard's　habitual　gravity　was　deeper；　we　might　have　been　shut　out

from　the　world　as　well　as　the　whistling　storm；　behind　those　ancient

walls　with　their　time…worn　inheritor。



Before　I　could　repeat　my　inquiry　he　retired。　　In　a　few　minutes　two

smoking　dishes　of　CHUPA　with　coffee　were　placed　before　us；　and　my

men　ate　ravenously。　　I　drank　the　coffee；　but　my　excitement　and

weariness　kept　down　the　instincts　of　hunger。



I　was　sitting　sadly　by　the　fire　when　he　reentered。



〃You　have　eat？〃



I　said；　〃Yes；〃　to　please　him。



〃BUENO；　eat　when　you　canfood　and　appetite　are　not　always。〃



He　said　this　with　that　Sancho…like　simplicity　with　which　most　of

his　countrymen　utter　a　proverb；　as　though　it　were　an　experience

rather　than　a　legend；　and；　taking　the　riata　from　the　floor；　held　it

almost　tenderly　before　him。



〃It　was　made　by　me；　senor。〃



〃I　kept　it　as　a　clue　to　him；　Don　Altascar；〃　I　said。　　〃If　I　could

find　him〃



〃He　is　here。〃



〃Here！　and〃but　I　could　not　say　〃well！〃　　I　understood　the　gravity

of　the　old　man's　face；　the　hushed　footfalls；　the　tomblike　repose　of

the　building；　in　an　electric　flash　of　consciousness；　I　held　the

clue　to　the　broken　riata　at　last。　　Altascar　took　my　hand；　and　we

crossed　the　corridor　to　a　somber　apartment。　　A　few　tall　candles

were　burning　in　sconces　before　the　window。



In　an　alcove　there　was　a　deep　bed　with　its　counterpane；　pillows；

and　sheets　heavily　edged　with　lace；　in　all　that　splendid　luxury

which　the　humblest　of　these　strange　people　lavish　upon　this　single

item　of　their　household。　　I　stepped　beside　it　and　saw　George　lying；

as　I　had　seen　him　once　before；　peacefully　at　rest。　　But　a　greater

sacrifice　than　that　he　had　known　was　here；　and　his　generous　heart

was　stilled　forever。



〃He　was　honest　and　brave；〃　said　the　old　man；　and　turned　away。

There　was　another　figure　in　the　room；　a　heavy　shawl　drawn　over　her

graceful　outline；　and　her　long　black　hair　hiding　the　hands　that

buried　her　downcast　face。　　I　did　not　seem　to　notice　her；　and；

retiring　presently；　left　the　loving　and　loved　together。



When　we　were　again　beside　the　crackling　fire；　in　the　shifting

shadows　of　the　great　chamber；　Altascar　told　me　how　he　had　that

morning　met　the　horse　of　George　Tryan　swimming　on　the　prairie；　how

that；　farther　on；　he　found　him　lying；　quite　cold　and　dead；　with　no

marks　or　bruises　on　his　person；　that　he　had　probably　become

exhausted　in　fording　the　creek；　and　that　he　had　as　probably　reached

the　mound　only　to　die　for　want　of　that　help　he　had　so　freely　given

to　others；　that；　as　a　last　act；　he　had　freed　his　horse。　　These

incidents　were　corroborated　by　many　who　collected　in　the　great

chamber　that　eveningwomen　and　childrenmost　of　them　succored

through　the　devoted　energies　of　him　who　lay　cold　and　lifeless

above。



He　was　buried　in　the　Indian　moundthe　single　spot　of　strange

perennial　greenness　which　the　poor　aborigines　had　raised　above　the

dusty　plain。　　A　little　slab　of　sandstone　with　the　initials　〃G。　T。〃

is　his　monument；　and　one　of　the　bearings　of　the　initial　corner　of

the　new　survey　of　the　〃Espiritu　Santo　Rancho。〃