"That ward heeler seems to be making a campaign speech, Rusty. He may be making a few promises that he can't fulfill after he gets elected," observed the Kentuckian, with pursed lips. "Listen to them holler!"
Rusty looked over his shoulder, while Dolores studied these two types with girlish curiosity, as they chattered in their alien tongue. She had never seen a man unafraid of Don Robledo but his distinguished Excellency, the Duke, before. It gave her a new thrill.
"He's a mighty nice man, he is. Mighty nice, Marse Warren. He's almos' too nice, ain't he?"
Warren shook his head, with a serious look on the usually laughing face.
"No, Rusty, not too nice—yet! He'll be a lot nicer before he's ten years older. I think his education has been neglected. You and I must begin to keep school around this township. There's nothing so nice as education, especially when the school-teacher has a nice long rattan concealed up his sleeve!"
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Dolores approached the Kentuckian politely, yet eagerly.
"Pardon, señor, but I have a message for you from her Highness."