Guzman's delight was keen, his grizzled face beamed, and he showed his
white teeth in a smile. "Say no more. What is mine is yours--my house,
my cattle, my right hand. I and my sons will serve you, and you must
come often to see us. Now I must go." He shook hands heartily and rode
away, waving his hat.
"There's a good Greaser," Blaze said, with conviction, and Dave agreed,
feelingly:
"Yes! I'd about go to hell for him, after this." Then he took the
bridle in for Paloma to admire.