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"Lost!" snorted the Texan, contemptuously. "You're a hell of an Injun, you are, to get lost in broad daylight in sight of the Bear Paws. I ain't lost, if you are, an' I tell you we camp at that water-hole tonight!" Again the half-breed shrugged: "I ain' see no mountaine. I ain' see no mooch daylight, neider. Too mooch de dam' dus' too mooch san' too mooch de win' blow.
She arrived the next day, flying into a protracted embrace of Joan, which included a smiling recognition of Demorest with an unoccupied blue eye, and a shake of her fan over his wife's shoulder. Then she drew back and seemed to take in the whole veranda and garden in another long caress of her eyes. "Ah-yess! I have recognized it, mooch. It es ze same. Of no change not even of a leetle.
I tink maybe you ver' nice man," she tipped it off upon her finger ends half playfully, constantly flashing her eyes up into his puzzled face. "I tink you ver' good man; I tink you ver' strong man; I tink maybe you be ver' nice to Mercedes. 'T is for all dose tings dat I like you, señor, like you ver' mooch; but lofe, dat means more as like, an' I know not for sure.
"Ye ain't afraid o' bein' left alone with the ghost that haunts the garden, Miss Rosita?" "After YOU never-r-r." "I'll find Mrs. Demorest and send her to ye," said Ezekiel, hesitatingly. "Eh, to attract here the ghost? Thank you, no, very mooch." Ezekiel's face contracted until nothing but his bright peering gray eyes could be seen. "Attract the ghost!" he echoed.
Mooch's kindness had touched him, and he took his hands affectionately and said: "What a pity!... What a pity it is that you are a Jew!" Olivier started and blushed, as though the shaft had been leveled at himself. He was most unhappy, and tried to heal the wound his friend had dealt. Mooch smiled, with sad irony, and replied calmly: "It is an even greater misfortune to be a man."
"No, you wouldn't, Flix," sneered Scott. "If you saw a cobry, you would run till you got back to Ireland." "Is'ht me! Wud I roon from a cobry? Not mooch! Ain't I a lineal dayscindant of St. Patrick? long life to him! And didn't he dhrive all the schnakes and toads out of the ould counthree! Jisht show me a cobry, and thin see me roon!"
"There is nothing the matter, Mr. Portveldt I thank you, but you cannot be of any service to me," and Dolly buried her face in her handkerchief again. "I am sorry ferry mooch to hear you say dat, Mees Dorotee, vor it vas mein hop dot you would dake kindtly to me." Dolly made no answer, and then Captain Portveldt sat down beside her, his huge figure quite filling up all the remaining space.
Dick, looking up at the coquettish little figure, with Heaven knows what OTHER memories in his mind, implored and protested. "Ah! but this little story she ees not so mooch sad of herself as she ees str-r-r-ange!" She gave an exaggerated little shiver under her lace shawl, and closed her eyes meditatively. "Go on," said Dick, smiling in spite of his interested expectation.
"You can give me thot horse," he continued, placidly. "You haf owe me mooch money. I take thot horse for payment everyt'ing. You give thot caballo to me." Felipe turned to the team. "I give you one keeck in thee belly!" he roared. Then he touched up the horses and started back toward the house. Gone was all elation, all pride, all gleeful consciousness of possession.
I have made the rule that when he gamble too mooch, when he put up too mooch money, I say 'No! I will not that he shall! I make one more rule: that he shall not quarrel nor fight in my house. When he quarrel and fight, I say 'Go! Vamos! Get out!" "And very good rules they are too, Miss Mendez." Jovita fixed her shining black eyes on the smiling Parks.
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