“Ester, she faint and no know it nothing.  Beatriz, she have kill one Indian with her pistol, but they take way from her, and she stan look like the dead woman with eyes that have been in hell, in front the chief, who looka her very hard.  He is very fine look, that chief, so tall and strong, like he can kill by sweep his arm roun, and he have fierce black eyes and no bad nose for Indian, with nostrils that jump.  His mouth no is cruel like mos the bad Indians, nor the forehead so low.  He wear the crown de feathers, and botas, and scrape de goaskin; the others no wear much at all.  In a minute he pick up Beatriz and fling her over his shoulder like she is the dead deer, and he tell other do the same by Ester, and he stalk out and ride away hard.  The others set fire everything, then ride after him.  They no care for me and I stand there shriek after my senoritas and the beautiful housses burn up.

“Then I think de my senora and I run after the way she going.  Bime by I find her in a wheat field, kissing and hugging little Carlos, who go out early and no meet the Indians; and he no ondrestan what is the matter and dance up and down he is so fright.  I tell him run fas to San Diego and tell Don Roldan and Don Enrique whatte have happen, and he run like he is glad to get away.  Then I take off my closes and put them on my senora and drag her along, and, bime by, we coming to a little house, and a good woman give me some closes and in the night we coming to San Diego.  Ay! but was excite, everybody.  Carlos been there two or three hours before, and Don Roldan and Don Enrique go with the soldiers to the hills.  Everybody do it all whatte they can for my poor senora, but she no want to speak by anybody, and go shut hersel up in a room in Don Enrique’s house and jus moan and I sit ou’side the door and moan too.

“Of course, I no am with the soldiers, but many times I hear all and I tell you.

“The Indians have good start, and the white peoples no even see them, but they fine the trail and follow hard.  Bime by they coming to the mountains.  You ever been in the mountains back de San Diego?  No the hills, but the mountains.  Ay!  So bare and rofe and sharp, and the canons so narrow and the trails so steep!  No is safe to go in at all, for the Indians can hide on the rocks, and jus shoot the white peoples down one at the time, si they like it, when climb the gorges.  The soldiers say they no go in, for it is the duty de them to living and protec California from the Americanos; but Don Enrique and Don Roldan say they go, and they ride right in and no one ever spect see them any more.  It is night, so they have good chancacum to look and no be seen si Indians no watch.