and there we halted. We were surprised to find the old man Tiyan waiting us. For the first time during our interview the old Spaniard seemed moved, and the blood rose in his yellow cheek. I was anxious to close the scene, and pointed out the corner boundaries as clearly as my recollection served.
"The deputies will be here to-morrow to run the lines from this initial point, and there will be no further trouble, I believe, gentlemen."
Sennor Altascar had dismounted and was gathering a few tufts of dried grass in his hands. George and I exchanged glances. He presently arose from his stooping posture, and, advancing to within a few paces of Joseph Tryan, said, in a voice broken with passion,—
"And I, Fernando Jesus Maria Altascar, put you in possession of my land in the fashion of my country."
He threw a sod to each of the cardinal points.
"I don't know your courts, your judges, or your corregidores. Take the llano!—and take this with it. May the drought seize your cattle till their tongues hang down as long as those of your lying lawyers! May it be the curse and torment of your old age, as you and yours have made it of mine!"
We stepped between the principal actors in this scene, which only the passion of Altascar made
