"South."

"Going to the Graham ranch, I s'pose."

"There was a slim young fellow driving the car--some Mexican blood in
him," Lee stated.

"Menocal's son, Charlie, a half-breed snippet who puts on airs because
his father's rich," Stevenson said, in a disgusted tone. "A white
woman married Menocal, you know."

"In the front seat with the young fellow was a girl, rather pretty,"
Bryant appended.

"That's Louise, I imagine," Mrs. Stevenson said, reflectively. "Yes,
it must have been her. She's Mr. Graham's daughter. A nice girl, too.
That Menocal boy is crazy to marry her, the talk is."

"And is she crazy to marry him?" Lee inquired, amused by this gossip.

"Well, not exactly crazy, I'd say; I don't see how she could be. But
he'll be worth a lot of money some day, and she may overlook
considerable on that account. Menocal's boy has been to college;
besides, the family goes everywhere with white folks. I guess a
Mexican is supposed to be really white, isn't he?"

"Those having pure Spanish blood," the engineer explained. "Nearly all
the ones around here that I've seen have more Indian in them than
anything else, however, with a dash of other races perhaps. From the