All were
smiling pleasantly, and seemed a bit abashed.
"Good-morning, Mr. Stover," said Helen, pleasantly. "This is Mr.
Speed, of whom I spoke to you yesterday." Stover bowed again and
mumbled something about the honor of this meeting, and Miss Blake
cast her eyes over the other members of the group, saying,
graciously: "I'm afraid I can't introduce your friends; I haven't
met them."
The loquacious foreman came promptly to the rescue, rejoicing in
an opportunity of displaying his oratorical gifts.
"Then I'll make you acquainted with the best brandin' outfit in
these parts." He waved a long, bony arm at the Mexican, who
flashed his white teeth. "This Greaser is Aurelio Maria Carara.
Need I say he's Mex, and a preemeer roper?" Carara bowed, and
swept the ground with his high-peaked head-piece. "The Maduro
gent yonder is Mr. Cloudy. His mother being a Navajo squaw, named
him, accordin' to the rights and customs of her tribe, selecting
the title of Cloudy-but-the-Sun-Shines, which same has proved a
misnomer, him bein' a pessimist for fair.
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