them for mangy mares and prove to the unbelieving, by arguments whispered in their ears, that "the Government is on your side."
After the victory Biriba felt for the first time in his life entire joy of heart, head and stomach.
To win! Oh, nectar! Oh incomparable ambrosia!
Our friend Biriba fully enjoyed the gifts of the gods. At last the darkness of his life of misery was dispelled by the happy dawn! eat plentifully, to have the upper hand . . . . delights of victory!
What would the boss give him?
In anticipation of the prize in prospect he spent his time dreaming rosy dreams until his appointment as postman was announced. With no inclination for that work he tried to resist, to ask for more; however, in a conference with his chief, the objections which rose to his lips were transmuted into the habitual "Yes, Sir," so that the Colonel was convinced that his ideal had been realized.
"You see, Biriba, what loyalty is worth. You get a fine job! Regino is to be agent and you postman."
The most he could complain of was that he had no horse.
"That can be managed," said the Colonel promptly; "I have an Arab mare, single-footer, thoroughbred, worth two hundred mil réis; but since it is for you, you can have her at half price. The money? That's a minor matter. Borrow it from friend Lendaro. All can be arranged, man!"
