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"I have sent Jose with a message to Temecula," said Alessandro,walking up to Fernando. "He will be back here tomorrow noon,and join you at the Ortega's the next morning."
"Back here by noon to-morrow!" exclaimed Fernando. "Not unlesshe kills his horse!"
"That was what he said," replied Alessandro, nonchalantly.
"Easy enough, too!" cried Antonio, riding up on his little dun mare."I'd go in less time than that, on this mare. Jose's is no match forher, and never was. Why did you not send me, Alessandro?"
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Aying on. Not a wholly unselfishrelief, perhaps, for since his accident Juan had not been withoutfears that he might lose his place altogether; there was a Mexicanhe knew, who had long been scheming to get the situation, and hadonce openly boasted at a fandango, where he was dancing withAnita, incest tgp as soon as that superannuated old incest tgp Juan Canito,was out of the way, he meant to be the Senora Moreno's headshepherd himself. To have seen this man in authority on the place,would have driven Juan out of his mind.
But the gentle Alessandro, only an Indian,-- and of course theSenora would never think of putting an Indian permanently in soresponsible a position on the estate,-- it was exactly as Juan wouldhave wished; and he fraternized with Alessandro heartily from theoutset; kept him in his room by the hour, giving him hundreds oflong-winded directions and explanations about things which, ifonly he had known it, Alessandro understood far better than hedid.
Alessandro's father had managed the Mission flocks and herds atSan Luis Rey for twenty years; few were as skilful as he; hehimself owned nearly as many sheep as the Senora Moreno; butthis Juan did not know. Neither did he realize that Alessandro, asChief Pablo's son, had a position of his own not without dignityand authority. To Juan, an Indian was an Indian, and that was theend of it. The gentle courteousness of Alessandro's manner, hisquiet behavior, were all set down in Juan's mind to the score of theboy's native amiability and sweetness. If Juan had been told thatthe Senor Felipe himself had not been more carefully trained in allprecepts of kindliness, honorable dealing, and polite usage, by theSenora, his mother, than had Alessandro b.

Y his father, he wouldhave opened his eyes wide. The standards of the two parents weredifferent, to be sure; but the advantage could not be shown to beentirely on the Senora's side. There were many things that Felipeknew, of which Alessandro was profoundly ignorant; but therewere others in which Alessandro could have taught Felipe; andwhen it came to the things of the soul, and of honor, Alessandro'splane was the higher of the two. Felipe was a fair-minded,honorable man, as men go; but circumstances and opportunitywould have a hold on him they could never get on Alessandro.Alessandro would not lie; Felipe might. Alessandro was by naturefull of veneration and the religious instinct; Felipe had beentrained into being a good Catholic. But they were both singularlypure-minded, open-hearted, generous-souled young men, anddestined, by the strange chance which had thus brought them intofamiliar relations, to become strongly attached to each other. Afterthe day on which the madness of Felipe's fever had been somiraculously soothed and controlled by Alessandro's singing, hewas never again wildly delirious. When he waked in the night fromthat first long sleep, he was, as Father Salvierderra had predicted,in his right mind; knew every one, and asked rational questions.But the over-heated and excited brain did not for some time whollyresume normal action. At intervals he wandered, especially whenjust arousing from sleep; and, strangely enough, it was always forAlessandro that he called at these times, and it seemed always tobe music that he craved. He recollected Alessandro's having sungto him that first night. "I was not so crazy as you all thought," hesaid. "I knew a great many of the things I said, but I couldn't helpsaying them; and I heard Ramona ask Alessandro to sing; andwhen he began, I remember I thought the Virgin had reached downand put her hand on my head and cooled it."
On the second evening, the first after the shearers had left,Alessandro, seeing Ramona in the veranda, went t.