"The rich man of Cupa," answered Francisco. "He owns many houses here. He married the daughter of the old Captain."
"What Captain?"
"That is how we call the chief," said Francisco. "Juan Pablo is not a Cupa Indian, but he has lived here since he was a child. Arturo is his son."
"And that is why he is better dressed than the others, and goes riding about by himself?"
"Oh, no. Formerly he was not deemed any better than others—nor was he different. That is the uniform of Carlisle he wears. He goes to school now at Carlisle."
"Do you mean Carlisle, Pennsylvania?" asked Mr. Page, who had been listening to the conversation from where he sat reading under the ramada.
"Yes; he was one of those who went to the schoolhouse on the hill. The teacher thought he was a very smart boy, and she talked and talked with his father to let him go to the Indian school at Carlisle. He comes home during the vacation, and is too fine for the others. At least, that is what they say. I have found him well enough. I think it is the others who imagine he is different."
"What will he do when his schooldays are over?" inquired Mr. Page.
Francisco shrugged his shoulders.
"That I can not tell," he said. "There was Adriana. She, too, went to Carlisle. She had only her mother. When she came back to Cupa she was unhappy. She could not bear the life here after having bathtubs lined with white porcelain at Carlisle."