Sublimely ignorant of her presence,--spiritualists and sentimentalists
to the contrary in like instances,--he rode directly to the hacienda,
asked for the patron, and was shown to the cool interior of the house
by the mildly astonished Senora. Senor Loring would return presently.
Would the gentleman refresh himself by resting until the Senor
returned? Possibly she herself could receive the message--or the
Senorita, who was in the garden?
"Thanks, lady. I reckon Pill is dry--wants a drink--agua--got a
thirst. No, ma'am. I can wait. I mean me horse."
"Oh! Si! But Juan would attend to the horse and at once."
"Thanks, lady. And if Miss Loring ain't too busy, I reckon I'd like to
see her a minute."
The Senora disappeared. Sundown could hear her call for Juan.
Presently Nell Loring came to the room, checked an exclamation of
surprise as she recognized him, and stepping forward, offered her hand.
"You're from Mr. Corliss. I remember. . . . Is Chance all right now?"
"Yes, ma'am. He is enjoyin' fust-rate health. He eats reg'lar--and
rabbits in between. But I ain't from the Concho, lady.
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