"They are the servants of the Señora," said Mauricio, when they had resumed their way. "They have lived many, many years with her. They are related to us, both husband and wife."
The moon had risen when they reached the camp. Charlie was awaiting them with a good dinner. Mrs. Page insisted that Mauricio and Francisco partake.
When the rest of the family had retired Mr. Page, not feeling sleepy, went out for a walk and a smoke.
Near the springs he met the stage-driver, about to fill a pail with hot water. After having told him of their drive and the meeting with the Almirantes, Mr. Page said:
"They seem to be very fine people."
"They are—what is left of them," rejoined old Chadwick. "Forty year I've known them. The old Señora is as proud as Lucifer. Captain, I can tell you that, nice as she is. She's never got over that mistake of her son—never will; though she's a mother to both them children."
"What mistake was that?" inquired Mr. Page.
"Why, didn't you notice how dark them two are? Didn't Mauricio tell you nothing about them?"
"No, he did not."
"Why, they're part Indian. Couldn't you see it? Notice how fair the Señora is beside them."