' Well, I have not changed my mind, and
the time is come. You are going to help me and I am going to help
you."
Jose Sanchez thrilled with elation from head to foot. This
promised to be the greatest day of his life, and he felt that he
must be dreaming.
"You haven't tired of Rosa, eh? You still wish to marry her?"
Longorio was inquiring.
"Yes. But, of course, I'm a poor man."
"Just so. I shall attend to that. Now we come to the object of my
visit. Jose, I propose to make you rich enough in one day so that
you can marry."
"But first, wait!" exclaimed the horse-breaker. "I bring you
something of value, too." Desiring to render favor for favor, and
to show that he was fully deserving of the general's generosity,
Jose removed from inside the sweatband of his hat a sealed,
stamped letter, which he handed to his employer. "Yesterday I
carried the mail to town, but as I rode away from Las Palmas the
senora handed me this, with a silver dollar for myself. Look! It
is written to the man we both hate."
Longorio took the letter, read the inscription, and then opened
the envelope. Jose looked on with pleasure while he spelled out
the contents.
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