“What is his name? I like to know wise people, though they are very scarce.”
“Adrian Manuel. My brother is Carlos and I am Carlota Manuel. We are twins, though he is so much bigger than me.”
Again the stranger whistled, then hastily called to the older man who had lain down in the shade of the osiers to cool and rest:
“Father! We’ve struck the very spot!”
That gentleman arose with surprising quickness, exclaiming:
“What! Is this the Refugio Rancho?”
“Yes, Señor,” answered Carlos who had shown the Mexicans a pool beyond the spring where they could water their animals and who now returned to stand beside his sister, with his arm about her shoulders.
“Does your father live here, son?”
“Course.”
“Where is he?”