As a half-blood gypsy tinker he must have been self-contained and pleasant.
That the stranger was a half-blood could be seen at a glance.
The urging of the half-blood was in vain, and he was forced to give it up.
The half-blood said nothing, but he and his companions were beginning to finger their weapons.
The horses were tethered near the cabin, and a half-blood Indian was watching them.
Every man of them bears a bar in his arms, or is of the half-blood.
His horse was a half-blood from Perche, a vigorous beast and full of fire.
“I should have taken it for a Comanche camp,” said the half-blood.
The arriero, mounted upon the mulera, was a half-blood Indian.
How he did so was a mystery to most of his companions,—perhaps to all, except the half-blood, Antonio.