THE BAD MAN



  "They're not both fellers!" Angela made bold
to say. "One's a girl-that one! She's mine!"
  " Oh, ho : Leetle spitfire Ftill! " Pancho laughed.
He chucked her under her pretty chin. "So you
marry ze man I pick for you, eh Good! An'
zis"-pointing to the baby-"zis ees better yet!"
  "Look at mine!" the proud Lucia couldn't help
saying. "Isn't he the image of his father"
  She held him up, and Lopez took his little hand
in his. "Yes, I see what you mean," he said, care-
fully looking at the child. "Hees father's eyes-
but not so much hair! What you call heem"
  "Guess!" said Gilbert.
  "Could not," the Mexican answered.
  "Only one guess!" Lucia begged.
  "Could not t'ink," Lopez insisted.
  "Well, then-you tell him, Gilbert," the mother
said, turning to her husband.
  "There could be only one name in all the world
for that youngster," Gilbert said, and put his hand
affectionately on his old friend's shoulder. "You
ought to know it as well as I. Of course his name
is-Pancho! "
  The smile that came over the Mexican's face
was beautiful to see. And was that the suggestion
of a tear in his eve



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