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〃Patron； here he is。 。 。 。 It is better for him to grow to manhood by your side than in any other place。〃
And she presented him with the little hybrid。 One more； and offered with such simplicity！ 。 。 。 〃Lack of religion and good habits！〃 Then with sudden modesty； he doubted the woman's veracity。 Why must it necessarily be his？ 。 。 。 But his wavering was generally short… lived。
〃If it's mine； put it with the others。〃
The mother went away tranquilly； seeing the youngster's future assured； because this man so lavish in violence was equally so in generosity。 In time there would be a bit of land and a good flock of sheep for the urchin。
These adoptions at first aroused in Misia Petrona a little rebellionthe only ones of her life； but the centaur soon reduced her to terrified silence。
〃And you dare to complain of me； you weak cow！ 。 。 。 A woman who has only given me daughters。 You ought to be ashamed of yourself。〃
The same hand that negligently extracted from his pocket a wad of bills rolled into a ball； giving them away capriciously without knowing just how much； also wore a lash hanging from the wrist。 It was supposed to be for his horse； but it was used with equal facility when any of his peons incurred his wrath。
〃I strike because I can；〃 he would say to pacify himself。
One day； the man receiving the blow； took a step backward； hunting for the knife in his belt。
〃You are not going to beat me； Patron。 I was not born in these parts。 。 。 。 I come from Corrientes。〃
The Patron remained with upraised thong。 〃Is it true that you were not born here？ 。 。 。 Then you are right； I cannot beat you。 Here are five dollars for you。〃
When Desnoyers came on the place； Madariaga was beginning to lose count of those who were under his dominion in the old Latin sense； and could take his blows。 There were so many that confusion often reigned。
The Frenchman admired the Patron's expert eye for his business。 It was enough for him to contemplate for a few moments a herd of cattle； to know its exact number。 He would go galloping along with an indifferent air； around an immense group of horned and stamping beasts； and then would suddenly begin to separate the different animals。 He had discovered that they were sick。 With a buyer like Madariaga； all the tricks and sharp practice of the drovers came to naught。
His serenity before trouble was also admirable。 A drought suddenly strewed his plains with dead cattle； making the land seem like an abandoned battlefield。 Everywhere great black hulks。 In the air； great spirals of crows coming from leagues away。 At other times； it was the cold； an unexpected drop in the thermometer would cover the ground with dead bodies。 Ten thousand animals； fifteen thousand； perhaps more； all perished！
〃WHAT a knock…out！〃 Madariaga would exclaim with resignation。 〃Without such troubles； this earth would be a paradise。 。 。 。 Now； the thing to do is to save the skins！〃
And he would rail against the false pride of the emigrants； against the new customs among the poor which prevented his securing enough hands to strip the victims quickly； so that thousands of hides had to be lost。 Their bones whitened the earth like heaps of snow。 The peoncitos （little peons） went around putting the skulls of cows with crumpled horns on the posts of the wire fencesa rustic decoration which suggested a procession of Grecian lyres。
〃It is lucky that the land is left； anyway！〃 added the ranchman。
He loved to race around his immense fields when they were beginning to turn green in the late rains。 He had been among the first to convert these virgin wastes into rich meadow…lands； supplementing the natural pasturage with alfalfa。 Where one beast had found sustenance before； he now had three。 〃The table is set；〃 he would chuckle； 〃we must now go in search of the guests。〃 And he kept on buying； at ridiculous prices； herds dying of hunger in others' uncultivated fields； constantly increasing his opulent lands and stock。
One morning Desnoyers saved his life。 The old ranchman had raised his lash against a recently arrived peon who returned the attack； knife in hand。 Madariaga was defending himself as best he could； convinced from one minute to another that he was going to receive the deadly knife…thrustwhen Desnoyers arrived and； drawing his revolver； overcame and disarmed the adversary。
〃Thanks； Frenchy；〃 said the ranchman； much touched。 〃You are an all…round man； and I am going to reward you。 From this day I shall speak to you as I do to my family。〃
Desnoyers did not know just what this familiar talk might amount to； for his employer was so peculiar。 Certain personal favors； nevertheless； immediately began to improve his position。 He was no longer allowed to eat in the administration building； the proprietor insisting imperiously that henceforth Desnoyers should sit at his own table； and thus he was admitted into the intimate life of the Madariaga family。
The wife was always silent when her husband was present。 She was used to rising in the middle of the night in order to oversee the breakfasts of the peons； the distribution of biscuit； and the boiling of the great black kettles of coffee or shrub tea。 She looked after the chattering and lazy maids who so easily managed to get lost in the nearby groves。 In the kitchen； too； she made her authority felt like a regular house…mistress； but the minute that she heard her husband's voice she shrank into a respectful and timorous silence。 Upon sitting down at table； the China would look at him with devoted submission； her great； round eyes fixed on him； like an owl's。 Desnoyers felt that in this mute admiration was mingled great astonishment at the energy with which the ranchman； already over seventy； was continuing to bring new occupants to live on his demesne。
The two daughters； Luisa and Elena； accepted with enthusiasm the new arrival who came to enliven the monotonous conversations in the dining room； so often cut short by their father's wrathful outbursts。 Besides； he was from Paris。 〃Paris！〃 sighed Elena； the younger one； rolling her eyes。 And Desnoyers was henceforth consulted in all matters of style every time they ordered any 〃confections〃 from the shops of Buenos Aires。
The interior of the house reflected the different tastes of the two generations。 The girls had a parlor with a few handsome pieces of furniture placed against the cracked walls； and some showy lamps that were never lighted。 The father； with his boorishness； often invaded this room so cherished and admired by the two sisters； making the carpets look shabby and faded under his muddy boot… tracks。 Upon the gilt centre…table； he loved to lay his lash。 Samples of maize scattered its grains over a silk sofa which the young ladies tried to keep very choice； as though they feared it might break。
Near the entrance to the dining room was a weighing machine； and Madariaga became furious when his daughters asked him to remove it to the offices。 He was not going to trouble himself to go outside every time that he wanted to know the weight of a leather skin！ 。 。 。 A piano came into the ranch； and Elena passed the hours practising exercises w