"Are you going?" the young man asked him.
"If you will permit me, I shall start."
"Do so, my guest."
Don Stefano, without further reply, immediately began saddling his horse.
"You have a noble brute there," Don Miguel observed.
"Yes, he is a purely bred barb."
"That is the first time I ever saw one of that precious race."
"Pray have a good look at him."
"I thank you, but I should be afraid of delaying you;—hola! my horse," he added, addressing Domingo.
The latter brought up a mustang full of fire, on the back of which Don Miguel leaped at a bound, while Don Stefano also mounted.