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"Other strangers have brought their horses to your field, I suppose."
"Yes, but they have not won. They have not been from the South."
By this time almost every caballero on the field was wheeling about De
la Vega. Some felt with Cabanares, others rejoiced in his defeat, but
all resented the victory of the South over the North.
"Will you run again?" demanded Cabanares.
"Certainly. Do you think of putting your knife into my neck?"
Cabanares drew back, somewhat abashed, the indifference of the other
sputtering like water on his passion.
"It is not a matter for blood," he said sulkily; "but the head is hot
and words are quick when horses run neck to neck. And, by the Mother of
God, you shall not have the last race. My best horse has not run. Viva
El Rayo!"
"Viva El Rayo!" shouted the caballeros.
"And let the race be between you two alone," cried one. "The North or
the South! Los Angeles or Monterey! It will be the race of our life."
"The North or the South!" cried the caballeros, wheeling and galloping
across the field to the donas.


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