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Our guests are Americanos; our guests, who are our friends," she stated gently, looking at José. "Not all Spaniards are good, José; not all gringos are bad. They are as we are, good and bad together. Speak not like a child, amigo mio." The guitar which José flung down upon a broad stool beside him hummed resonant accompaniment to his footsteps as he left the veranda.
"Well, señorita, I may as well tell you, I suppose. It is the rule not to enter this valley until after dark. I expect the Americanos to arrive about ten o'clock." "The Americanos?" "Si, there will be three in the party, one of them a man from New York, who has business with me." Miss Donovan's decision was rapidly made, her mind instantly grasping the situation.
Now that Francisco is rich from the gold Don Clarencio paid for the title, they come not much together. But Pedro is rich, too. Mother of God! He gambles and is a fine gentleman. He holds his head high, even over the Americanos he gambles with. Truly, they say he can shoot with the best of them. He boasts and swells himself, this Pedro!
Some Americanos are planning a gambling resort, just across the boundary line, and they call their company the Fortunatus Syndicate." "And your dad's mixed up with it, Hiram? That doesn't speak very well for him." "Maybe he's mixed up in it, and maybe he isn't. I wouldn't go and connect him with any gamblin' syndicate just because I found that there card under the sweatband of his Stetson.
Eight years ago I raised my first goat dogs, for many of them desert their mothers and become house dogs, and now I have over a hundred goats, which they lead out morning and night." The old man lashed fast the gate to the corral and turned back toward the house. "Ah, yes," he said musingly, "the Americanos say continually that we Mexicanos are foolish but look at me!
You must scuse my English; I no spik often. The Americanos no care for the flores?" "I like them well enough, but I hope you will accept these." "Si, señor." She put them in her belt. "You like California?" "Very much. It is full of gold, and, I should say, excellent for agriculture." "But it no is beautiful country?" "Oh, yes, it does very well, and the climate is pretty fair in some parts."
"Perhaps," ventured Felipe, "the Americanos " "They care nothing for us, Felipe. They are not of our religion or of any religion, from what I can hear. Don't forget my Dixit Dominus." The Padre retired once more to the sacristy, while the horse that brought Temptation came over the hill.
They were people of our own Western America less than a century ago; but though they were not people of the playhouse, as they almost seem to us, they are essentially a play-people. The Spaniard of the Southwest lived, not to work, but to play; and when he worked, it was only that he might play the harder. Los Americanos came and changed all that.
He looked at the fog creeping along the summit, and recalled the latest gossip of San Carmel; how that since the advent of the Americanos it was gradually encroaching on the Mission. The hated name vividly recalled to him the features of the stranger as he had stood before him three nights ago, in this very garden; so vividly that he sprang to his feet with an exclamation.
Good old Walt sang of his camerados, capons, Americanos, deck-hands, stagecoach-drivers, machinists, brakemen, firemen, sailors, butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers, and he associated with them; but they never read him or understood him. They prefer Longfellow.
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