"Anxious? What about?"
"At my father's long absence."
"Why, he was here hardly four days back."
"He never left me alone so long before."
"Still," the half-breed remarked, scratching his head with an embarrassed air—
"In a word," she interrupted him, resolutely, "I am anxious about my father, and wish to see him. You will close the venta, saddle the horses, and we will go to the Larch-tree hacienda; it is not far, and we shall be back in four or five hours."
"That will make it very late."
"The greater reason to start at once."
"Still—"
"No remarks; do as I order you—I insist on it."