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"That's the way they all do," said the old man. "They all gape the same fool way when they see Diablo the first time." "Is that the wild horse?" asked Bull in his gentle voice. "That's him. I s'pose after seeing Tod handle him, you'll want to try to ride him right off?" Bull looked in the direction in which the horse had disappeared.
As the evening faded, the west burned down to a dull red glow that overlaid the blue of the bay with a sheen of ruddy gold. The foot-hills of the opposite shore, Diablo, and at last even Tamalpais, resolved themselves in the velvet gray of the sky. Outlines were lost. Only the masses remained, and these soon began to blend into one another. The sky, and land, and the city's huddled roofs were one.
He started off down the trail leading Diablo. Again the white line stretched slowly out. Gale fell in behind. A bench of ground, covered with sparse greasewood, sloped gently down to the deep, wide arroyo of Forlorn River. Blanco Sol shied a few feet out of the trail. Peering low with keen eyes, Gale made out three objects a white sombrero, a blanket, and a Mexican lying face down.
And this without eliciting a single bucking spasm from Diablo! Not even to Tod did Bull Hunter impart his great tidings. He had not yet climbed into that real saddle; Diablo had not yet heard the creak of the stirrup leathers under the weight of his rider.
"Why, Tod," the big man smiled, "you did the same thing." "He knew I was nothing. But you're a growed man. But what's this, Bull? Your back's all wet." "It's nothing much," said Bull calmly. "When I fell, my head hit a stone. There's some things worth paying for, and Diablo's one of them." The cut proved, as he had said, to be a small thing; but it turned out that Diablo was far from won.
I find consolation, however, in the fact that in controversies and in taking mineral waters, it is the after-effects that are the true ones. Demop. I hope the after-effect may prove to be beneficial in your case. Phil. That might be so if I could only digest a Spanish proverb. Demop. And that is? Phil. Detras de la cruz est� el Diablo. Demop. Which means?
It no more forms an independent stratum in the New Continent, than in the Pyrenees and the Alps. At the Rincon del Diablo, between Mariara and Hacienda de Cura, and at Chuao, it is coarse-grained, and contains fine crystals of felspar, 1 1/2 inches long.
"Well, Faust is wise to somethin' he stands in with Langdon, an' I suppose they think they've got a cinch in The Dutchman. Yes, that must be it," he added, reflectively; "they made a killin' over Diablo, an' likely they got a good line on The Dutchman through him in a trial. But a three-year-old mare that runs as prominent in the big Handicap as Lucretia did, will take a lot of beatin.
"What appears to be a solid wall of rock confronts us. It is actually a cunningly-contrived door giving entrance to a series of caves which Nature must surely have constructed for my use. And El Diablo Cojuelo has improved on nature. He aqui!"
"Of course, father, and Alan, and " she hesitated; "you see," she went on to explain, "the number of my men friends is limited; but except these, and Mike, and Mr. Dixon, I like the horses best." "I almost believe you're right, Miss Porter," concurred Mortimer; "I've known men myself that I fancy were much worse than even Diablo."
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