“If you knew the condition of my title I don't think that you would doubt that this land is mine. However, all I wish to do is to prevent you from spending money here and then naturally get into litigation with me to defend your property,” said Don Mariano.
Darrell thought of his wife, and her earnest injunctions. He wished to keep his promise to her. He said:
“If the courts say that this land rightfully belongs to you, I shall pay you for your land or vacate.”
“But, Mr. Darrell, you will get me into litigation with you, and I wish to avoid that.”
“No, I shall not get you into any law suit with me. I shall buy your land or leave.”
“Very well, Mr. Darrell, I shall rely on your word. I shall remember what you say; please do the same.”
“I am not in the habit of forgetting what I say.”
Don Mariano and his two sons lifted their hats, bowed slightly, turned their horses' heads and moved off.
Darrell returned their bow, muttering to himself, “They take off their hats and bow like gentlemen, anyway.”
While he was talking with Don Mariano, Mathews, Hughes, Gasbang, Miller and Pittikin had come. They heard all that was said and looked disappointed. They evidently had counted upon Darrell to help them to fight the rightful owner.