The threat seemed to be effectual. The boys hurried down the hill. Bidding Mauricio and Francisco good-day, Mr. Page and his children walked slowly homeward.
[A] Jail.
CHAPTER VI.
DIONYSIO AND MARGARITA.
The Pages had noticed a good-looking Indian boy, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years of age, riding about on a fine horse. He wore a dark blue uniform trimmed with red; his hat was of good Mexican straw; he wore also a stiff white shirt-collar. This boy seemed to live on horseback. He was always alone. Either he held aloof from the others, or they did not care for his company.
"Who is that?" asked Walter of Francisco one morning as they were arranging the water-barrel under the pepper tree.
Francisco looked around.
"Oh, that is Arturo, the son of Juan Pablo," he said.
"And who is Juan Pablo?"