Mayne Reid,
Wood Rangers: The Trappers of Sonora
“ When the Indians come to steal his cattle from the vaquero, does he sit still and say: God only can prevent them? No!—with his eye bent, and his hand ready, he follows upon their traces, till he has recovered his herds, or perished in the attempt. Go you and do as the vaquero! Track out the assassin of your father. ”
