The tears stood in Diego's black eyes when he heard; and Diego was no weakling, but a straight-backed stoic of an Indian, who stood almost as tall as the Señor Jack himself and who could throw a full-grown steer to the ground by twisting its head.

Not Diego; for his testimony would be valueless.

Diego being the peon in whose behalf Jack had last winter interfered with Perkins, his gratitude took the form of secret polishings upon the splendid riding-gear, the cleaning of Jack's boots and such voluntary services.

San Diego is an old Spanish town, and for many years has been neglected, and not till recently has it shown much signs of recuperation.

Diego is not a devil,I remember once I had a headache, and he bathed my head, and the water ran down my neck and gave me a cold which put me to bed for a week,but he is the devil's godson, and were he not the son of my enemy I should love him.

Peace Diego, The Doctors are our friends, let's please them well.