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Like Chico, like Khamoor, Lisa, the Baroness lady-companion, had through injudicious treatment grown well-nigh unendurable. While Burton was alive she still had some dim notion of her place, but after his death she broke the traces, and Lady Burton had, with deep regret, to part with her. They separated very good friends, however, for Lady Burton was generosity itself.
Jock brightened; Armine found an envelope in his pocket, and scribbled "On the moraine. Jock's ankle sprained -Come." Then Jock produced a bit of string, wherewith it was fastened to the dog's collar, and then authoritatively bade Chico go to mother. Alas! cleverness had never been Chico's strong point, and the present extremity did not inspire him with sagacity.
Tell me, what shall I give you for your bird? Name your price!" "My Chico is not for sale!" the boy protested stoutly, "It is my wish to give his services to my country!" "Think carefully, the Department is ready to pay well for this branch of air-line service." But Andrea shook his head, "No, signore, it is for Italy. There is but one thing I would make sure of." He paused.
By the time the second night had come, Chico had so far become accustomed to his strange surroundings that he slept almost as well as if he had been under his mother's wings. He was still dreaming when he heard a voice call, "Chico, Chico are you still there, Chico?" He roused instantly, reminded of his friends who had given him his breakfast the morning before. He raised his head.
But without a doubt the mules were gone; otherwise, Jack insisted, they would be near the oxen, as was their gregarious habit. "Jerry's gone pulled out," Jack asserted for the third or fourth time. "And the mules, and the pup. Where's Chico? I haven't seen or heard anything of him; have you?"
It was in the same chamber, and nearly at the same hour, in which we first presented to the reader Boabdil el Chico, that we are again admitted to the presence of that ill-starred monarch. He was not alone.
While he was thus under discussion Chico, seemingly unconscious that he had done anything at all remarkable, with his crop fairly bulging with the good things which he had eaten, perched serenely on the window ledge diligently preening his feathers.
She wondered if the tall one had helped himself to a few of her beloved chiles. Presently Chico Miguel appeared with the pony. Sundown mounted, hesitated, and then nodded farewell to the Señora and the almost tearful Anita who stood in the doorway. Things were not as Sundown would have had them.
Hence when Chico and Grande suddenly gave over their drive and rode away to the northwest the Mexican herders devoted all their attention to keeping the herd together, without trying to make any gun plays. And when the stampede was abated and still no help came they drifted their sheep steadily to the north, leaving the camp rustlers to bring up the impedimenta as best they could.
Boabdil, too much engaged to be the first to learn the downfall of the sacred insignia, suddenly saw himself almost alone, with his diminished Ethiopians and a handful of his cavaliers. "Yield thee, Boabdil el Chico!" cried Tendilla, from his rear, "or thou canst not be saved."
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