"No," said Mr. Connor. "Congress makes the laws."
"Oh," said Jusy, "like our Parliament."
"Yes," said Mr. Connor.
Jusy said no more; but he thought of little else all the afternoon; and at bedtime he said to Rea,--
"Rea, I am real sorry I didn"t care about those old Indians at first, when you did. But I"m going to be good to them now, and help them all I can; and I have made up my mind that when I am a man I shall not go to Italy, as I said I would, to be an officer for the King. I shall stay here, and be an officer for the American President, instead; and I shall tell him about Ysidro, and about all the rest of the Indians."
There is nothing more to be told about the Hunter Cats. By degrees they disappeared: some of them went to live at other houses in the San Gabriel Valley; some of them ran off and lived a wild life in the canons; and some of them, I am afraid, must have died for want of food.
Rea was glad when they were all gone; but Jusy missed the fun of seeing them hunt gophers and linnets.
Perhaps, some day, I shall write another story, and tell you more about Jusy and Rea, and how they tried to help the Indians.
[Ill.u.s.tration: MATS MADE BY YSIDRO.--Page 126.]