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"That was the document!" exclaimed Benito, who snatched at the hope the only one that was left. "But this document; had he not put it in some place of security?" "No," answered Manoel "no; it was too precious for Torres to dream of parting with it. He was bound to carry it always about with him, and doubtless in that very case." "Wait! wait, Manoel!" exclaimed Benito; "I remember yes, I remember.
In his rain-bedraggled attire he might pass for one of the Sydney Ducks himself. His boots were splashed with mud, his scrape wrinkled and formless. He pulled the dripping hat into a disheveled slouch, low down on his forehead. McTurpin had not seen him with a beard, had failed to recognize him at the polling station. Benito decided to risk it.
He also pocketed a libel measure aimed at San Francisco's independent press. But in the national crisis a time when political temporizing was not tolerated he "did not believe that war should be waged upon any section of the Confederacy, nor that the Union should be preserved by a coercive policy." "I saw the letter," Adrian told Benito.
At the time that we saw him with his friend Benito, Manoel Valdez had already obtained his first step, and he had come away on leave for some months to the fazenda, where he was accustomed to pass his holidays. Well-built, and of distinguished bearing, with a certain native pride which became him well, the young man was treated by Joam and Yaquita as another son.
"There ought to be some alligators asleep on the neighboring beach!" "Well, nature has done wisely in allowing them so to betray themselves." "Yes," said Benito, "it is fortunate, for they are sufficiently formidable creatures!" Often at the close of the day these saurians love to stretch themselves on the shore, and install themselves comfortably there to pass the night.
I will tell you how to serve your country.... There's a schooner called the 'J.M. Chapman. Do you know where it lies?" "No," Benito answered, "but that's easily discovered. If you've anything to say go on." McTurpin's bony fingers clutched Benito's sleeve. "Listen," he said. "Bend nearer." His voice droned on, at times imperceptible, again hoarse with excitement. Benito sat moveless, absorbed.
Besides, in case of danger, the diver has always his check-string fastened to the raft, and at the least warning can be quickly hauled to the surface. Benito, invariably very cool once his resolution was taken, commenced to put his idea into execution, and got into the diving dress.
"That is true enough," replied Benito, "but the wolf never howls so near the tiger, till after the tiger has taken his prey and is busy devouring it. Then his howl is a humble prayer for the other to leave him something. "This is strange," continued the vaquero, as the prairie wolf was heard to utter another long whine. "Hark! another! yes another prairie wolf and on the opposite side too!"
They are yours." "I am your slave; I will do your bidding, and ask nothing in return but your approval." "Nothing! You grow singularly self-denying, Señor Benito." "The señora will really help me?" said Benito, now cringing and obsequious. "One small favour, then. I am tired of this wandering life. Here to-day in Cadiz; Ronda, Malaga, to-morrow.
However unsuitable for the time and place, at least in the blunt-thinking American's eyes, and however strangely surviving in the midst of all his afflictions, the toilette of Don Benito might not, in fashion at least, have gone beyond the style of the day among South Americans of his class.
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