"Oh! I am rich: I will reward you."
The ranchero shook his head.
"Why speak of reward?" he said. "Do you believe that devotedness can be bought? Keep your gold, caballero—it would be useless to me, for I have no wants to satisfy."
"Still, it is my duty."
"Not a word more on this subject, I must request, señor. Any pressure on your part would be a mortal insult to me. I am doing my duty in saving your life, and have no claim to any recompense."
"Act as you please, then."
"Promise me first not to raise any objection to what I may consider it proper to do on behalf of your health."
"I promise it."
"Good! In this way we shall always understand one another. Day will soon appear, and so we must not remain here any longer."
"But when can I go? I feel so faint, that I cannot possibly make the slightest movement."