The Wolf Cub

ada, who was then ten years old, put his little trembling

to Jacinto Quesada a sumptuous palace. Besides the hidalgo doctor, there lived in the sumptuous palace two old servants and a pret

ed together. The eyes of the little Jacinto, alert to see all in this ne

our father, th

knuckled

me is a very grand and haughty hidalgo; it is not his

to read and reread, in the long hot afternoons, those yellow-leaved, richly illuminated ancient volumes. Pedro, one of the old servants, informed the doctor of Felicidad's naughtiness. The

id of the terrible hidalgo. But as the whip pitilessly descended again and again, and Felicidad screamed and wri

and upon him. The quirta rose again and fell upon his head. Then he caught at the doctor's wrist and sunk his t

calling him The Little Wolf of the Mountains. It became his wont to greet Jacinto, when he

! And how are the fangs t

d Jacinto alone in the dusky library, bent over a quaint old

on of a mangy she-wolf?" asked

honest birth and of education," answered Jacinto proudly. "When she

ndians of their golden suns and chalices and their silver bars, witho

hen with the oldish quaintness of

deep into the cordilleras. About him were the millions of the Inca Empire. If he had been less brave, less strong, less cruel, those many Peruvians would have swirled about him like t

send him bundling, and to lock the door between the peasant boy and his precious

to mounted, the golden-haired little Felicidad, and held up her small fat hands for him to kiss. The hidalgo doctor wat

see him rip the entrails out of Bernal Diaz's 'Cortes' and the Lives of Balboa, De Soto, Coronado-what a joy! He has eyes of gold for seeing things clearly-for seeing beyond

antes. Or he will be a great dramatist like Lope de Vega. Or a great poet or statesman. Or a great captain like the

he had forgotten that his Jacinto Quesada had been

things!" he said. "Cascaras! I a

of unlimited opportunities, just so is Spain a country of opportunities limited and few. The Spaniard of the people, strong with heart and gusto, has but two car

bullfighter, perha

how gold feels when it is minted into money; his photographs are purchased by romantic se?oritas; and wherever he goes, he is followed by crowds of tattered street urchins who studiously and hopefully ape his swagger. The whole universe salves and b

. He could never see the great bullfights of the cities of the plains, those great bullfights

. "Well, then! There is naught for my J

panish police. And yet, from day to day, his deeds have their place in the Hispanic newspapers; he is the hero of a thousand household stories and ballads; th

a? Ah, he is good, he is brave, he is like the very God Himself. Watch over him in the mountains, Mary, Queen of Angels! and protect him from the Guardia Ci

type altogether extinct in countries less backward than Spain. In Spain the type has persisted fo

e, Agua-Dulce, Joaquin Camargo, nicknamed El Vivillo, and Pernales, the blond beast of prey. The bandolero is the blight of Spain. But countries that h

man on horseback. He was clad in weather-worn corduroys; a week's golden stubble was on his broad, sunburned face; and his bo

ismount. He sat looking slowly from right to left, from le

! Why do you not co

were like so many wary brown lizards stealing out from their rocks. They

ood," said

ntonio Villarobledo, speaking for the rest. "Y

s Machado, a showy

with me. I have

" another bid. "Come w

hiding in her doorway ran out

, the last of my lot! Come with me, I beg you, caballerete! To ask you to be my guest, I have th

esada's widow. But she had, indeed, the supreme right, and they dared

r husband shall not have been murdered in va

es of the others and said

appetite is the most gorgeous appetite in Spain, and all you have will no

r, giving instructions to certain of the villagers