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‘I shall want a horse presently,’ he said with some asperityto the old man.‘Si, senor. There are plenty of horses,’ murmured theGaribaldino, smoothing absently, with his brown hands,the two heads, one dark with bronze glints, the other fairwith a coppery ripple, of the two girls by his side. The returningstream of sightseers raised a great dust on the road.Horsemen noticed the group. ‘Go to your mother,’ he said.‘They are growing up as I am growing older, and there isnobody—‘He looked at the young engineer and stopped, as if awakenedfrom a dream; then, folding his arms on his breast,took up his usual position, leaning back in the doorwaywith an upward glance fastened on the white shoulder ofHiguerota far away.In the carriage Martin Decoud, shifting his position asthough he could not make himself comfortable, muttered ashe swayed towards Antonia, ‘I suppose you hate me.’ Thenin a loud voice he began to congratulate Don Jose upon allthe engineers being convinced Ribierists. The interest of allthose foreigners was gratifying. ‘You have heard this one.He is an enlightened well-wisher. It is pleasant to think thatthe prosperity of Costaguana is of some use to the world.’‘He is very young,’ Mrs. Gould remarked, quietly.‘And so very wise for his age,’ retorted Decoud. ‘But herewe have the naked truth from the mouth of that child. Youare right, Don Jose. The natural treasures of Costaguanaare of importance to the progressive Europe represented bythis youth, just as three hundred years ago the wealth of our