Alessandro had told him all about
it,-- Baba, fiery, splendid Baba, black as night, with a white star in
his forehead. Saints! but it was a bold thing to do, to steal such a
horse as that, with a star for a mark; and no wonder that even now,
though near three years afterwards, Senor Felipe was in search of
him. Of course it could be only the horse he wanted. Ha! much
help might he get from Antonio!
"Yes, Senor, I knew him," he replied.
"Do you know where he is now?"
"No, Senor."
"Do you know where he went, from Temecula?"
"No, Senor."
"A woman told me he went to Monterey. I have been there looking
for him."
"I heard, too, he had gone to Monterey."
"Where did you see him last?"
"In Temecula."
"Was he alone?"
"Yes, Senor."
"Did you ever hear of his being married?"
"No, Senor."
"Where are the greater part of the Temecula people now?"
"Like this, Senor," with a bitter gesture, pointing to his wife. "Most
of us are beggars. A few here, a few there. Some have gone to
Capitan Grande, some way down into Lower California.
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