"We want a faithful and devoted guide."
"Tiburón is poor; he has only a poor donkey, which cannot march so quickly as his pale brothers drive their horses."
"Do not trouble yourself about that," the hacendero added. "I will give you such a horse as you never mounted, if you serve us honestly. On arriving at the hacienda, I will add ten piastres to those you already possess. Does that suit you?"
The Indian's eye sparkled with greed at this proposal.
"Where is the horse?" he asked.
"Here," the capataz replied, pointing to a superb stallion led by a peon.
The redskin looked at it with the eye of a connoisseur.
"Well, do you accept?" the hacendero said.
"Yes."
"Then get off your donkey, and let us start."