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I shared the cabin- proper with Senores Estulano and Manoel, the latter a young half- caste, son-in-law to the owner of the vessel, under whose tuition I made good progress in learning the Tupi language during the voyage. Our men took it in turns, two at a time, to go out fishing for which purpose we carried a spare montaria.
The tinkling of a small bell was heard within; and at the same instant the mirror glided back, reflecting in its motion a series of brilliant objects, that for a moment bewildered our eyes with a blazing light. "Pasan adentro, Senores," said Don Cosme, stepping aside, and waving us to enter. We walked into the drawing-room.
Un Zambo Muerto!" the group opened, and we saw, lying dead upon the ground, one of our horrible antagonists of the preceding night. "Good God, what is that?" cried Rowley and I, with one breath. "Un demonio! a devil!" "Perdonen vos, Senores Un Zambo mono muy terribles los Zambos. Terrible monkeys these Zambos." "Monkeys!" cried I.
He gazed slowly round at the quaking company for some moments in silence, and then said: "Well, senores, you were yesterday convinced of the ability of your countrymen to keep faith with an honourable enemy, or I suppose you would not have consented to guarantee their fidelity with your lives. What think you of them now?"
Pica!" answered Don Cosme, pointing to his thorax, and smiling at the wry faces the major was making. "Wash it down, Senor, with a glass of this claret or here, Pepe! Is the Johannisberg cool yet? Bring it in, then. Perhaps you prefer champagne, Senores?" "Thank you; do not trouble yourself, Don Cosme." "No trouble, Capitan bring champagne. Here, Senor Coronel, try the guisado de pato."
There we should have been in company that was vastly respectable and prodigiously slow. But nearer the street entrance was another smaller room, occupied chiefly by the commercial fraternity, and thither we went, the landlord fully comprehending our taste. "Gentlemen do like to have a bit of a fling to rub away the salt, don't they, señores?" said he. There is no shyness about the drummer.
Belts and cartridge boxes along with bayonets decorated the walls or were lying about on boxes and barrels. All eyes were turned on me. I saw myself in a fearful trap and nothing but consummate coolness could keep them from questioning me. My heart beat fast, but with an affectation of indifference I saluted and said: "Buenos noches, senores."
The very sight of him set all the ounces in Bob quivering in an outburst: "No chairs for us! You fork over Gonzalez's money that you tricked out of him!" "I take Gonzalez's money! I? Señores?" "It's a hundred and twenty dollars that he earned honestly, and the quicker you lay your hands on it the better for you!" Bob roared back. Pedro was quite impassive.
Gaspar Ruiz, she said, entreated me to procure for him a safe-conduct from General San Martin himself. He had an important communication to make to the commander-in-chief. "Por Dios, senores, she made me swallow all that, pretending to be only the mouthpiece of that poor man.
That is, unless he's taken it out and got it developed." "So far as I can make out," said the anarchist, "the negative is still undeveloped. Pether took it to Palma, and he has it there now, not daring to trust it in a photographer's hands, and not being able to develop it himself. Señores, I believe it will be for us to unlock that tremendous mine of potential energy.
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