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"We ain't here for our health, be we?" demanded Lamb, offensively on the defensive. "It don't look like it," Treu replied shortly. "But he'll want for nothin' while he's under our care." Lamb's tone grew suddenly conciliatory. "You'd better go now, your presence excites him and he must have quiet. Step to the door and say good-by, if you like, but no conversation, please." "Adios, Billy!"
Glass sighed miserably, and tearing his eyes away from the glittering blade, rolled them toward his employer. "I don't want her! Mr. Speed knows I don't want her!" Carara bowed. "And the Fat Senor will not spik wit' her again?" "No!" "Gracias, Senor! I thank you!" "You're welcome!" agreed the New Yorker, with repressed feeling. "Adios! Adios, Senor Speed!" "Good-bye!" exclaimed the two in chorus.
"Very well," he said, regretfully. "Thank you for your assistance, miss." He bowed to the little figure in blue with his best manner and took up his gun. "This way out! No crowding, please." "Adios, Senor Antonio," came the girl's mischievous voice, and as he strode down the path he carried with him the memory of a perfect oval face smiling at him past the tragic figure of the Bajan woman.
"Yes; the general demanded that I should offer you this chance for your lives." "Then tell the general, with our compliments, that if he thinks he'll get Mr. Merrill's gold without a fight, he's up against the toughest proposition he ever tackled." "As you will, señors. Adios!" With a wave of his hat, the Mexican ran speedily back down the hillside, and dived into some bushes.
Adios! That was the end of him. They had me in Balim for a year, and then I came out to the boy; and since then for twelve years he has not suffered." At this point he offered us the pulque and the sandwiches, and I took both, eating and enjoying as well as I could. Sherry groaned, but took the pulque, refusing the sandwiches almost violently.
"Adios, Indian brave, prepare thy soul to meet the great Spirit in the ever grassy meadows of the happy hunting grounds of eternity, for the spider of thy fate is weaving the last thread in the web of thy doom!" My finger was coaxing the trigger, when a feeling of intense shame rose fiercely in my breast. Was I, then, like unto this Indian, to take an enemy's life from ambush?
"What money is that?" asked the man behind the window shortly. "Our money for work on railroad. Senor Worth was to pay. El Superintendente say pay to-day sure. He no come. You sabe?" "I sabe that Worth won't pay." "No?" "No. He has no money here." The Mexicans exchanged glances. "No money? You are quite sure, Senor?" "Sure." "Gracias, Senor. Adios!"
Work was over; there were sounds of cheerful preparations for supper; from the house came faint chords of laughter; a Spanish song floated in, as Carara told his love to the tune of Mariedetta's guitar: "'Adios! adios! adios! por siempre, Adios! coqueta, mi amor; Adios! adios! adios! por siempre, Adios! coqueta, mi amor!"
The hide-and-tallow merchants nodded knowingly, as he passed them in the street with a good-humored Àdios, and predicted great fortunes for the lad as a future man-of-business. The Cura thought it a pity that he should prefer the society of the dusky beauties of Araure to the more hallowed enjoyments of preparation for a priestly life.
On walking past the ox-barn they glanced casually at the tavern-boat, blacker and more ramshackle every day. Adiós, mare! They had caught sight of their mother's glossy wrinkly face peering over the counter in front of the opening into the wine store, her head swathed as usual in a white kerchief like a coif.
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