"I declare, I never had so much property before in my life. Does the deed go with it?"
Mendoza smiled and repeated his gestures.
"I don't reck'n I'll go in just now," he said dryly. "You see, I'm workin' and my time isn't my own. I'm lookin' for the minister of that there church," pointing to the Mission over the way. "I can't make the feller in the box catch my meanin'."
"Ah! You wish to see Padre Osuna?"
"That's the name written here," producing the envelope.
"Very well, my friend. Come with me. I'll speak to the porter for you."
"Señor Brown, shall I accompany you across the way?"
"I'll be much obleeged."
"Filipo!" called Mendoza.
Filipo understood. He came out the gate, took the horse's bridle from Brown, then clapped his hands together sharply. A peon boy came running. The porter gave quick command in Spanish. The boy sprang into the saddle and galloped after the riflemen.