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"'Sta bueno!" cried Lucky Broad, in genuine relief. "We had a hunch he was right, but you can't always trust those Asiatic races." Ben Miller appeared and warmly greeted his new employee. "Rested up, eh? Well, it's going to be a big night. Where's Agnes the other one? Has she got cold feet?" "No, just a cold nose. Here she is." From a small bag on her arm Rouletta drew Sam Kirby's six-shooter.
On his head he wore a high-peaked hat; he was tall, had a hooked nose, and in age was about fifty. 'Welcome, Rabbi Manasseh, said the Armenian. 'I know your knock you are welcome; sit down. 'I am welcome, said Manasseh, sitting down; 'he he he! you know my knock I bring you money bueno! There was something very peculiar in the sound of that bueno I never forgot it.
They were not exactly the tones of a Spanish voice, and yet there was something in them that could hardly be foreign; the pronunciation also was correct, and the language, though singular, faultless. But I was most struck with the manner in which the last word, bueno, was spoken. I had heard something like it before, but where or when I could by no means remember.
When I reached the veranda, I handed the fan to Miss Mannersley without a word. "BUENO," said Don Pedro, gravely; "it is as well. There shall be no bones broken over the getting of it, for Enriquez, I hear, has had to return to the Encinal this very evening." Miss Mannersley retired early. I did not inform her of my discovery, nor did I seek in any way to penetrate her secret.
"Bueno! Bueno! Good! "They say the snake's mate is liable to be near and we'd better stand out," explained Mr. Adams. "He was a big one, sure." "Forty feet, I judge," answered Mr. Grigsby. "Where'd you hit him?" asked Charley, eagerly. "In the eye," asserted Mr. Grigsby. "You don't think a Frémont man would shoot for any other mark, do you?"
With his vessels battered and ready to sink, after running through a severe wind storm, he put into the harbor of Porto Bueno, in northern Jamaica. He afterwards left this for a small bay, still known after him as Don Christopher’s Cove, and here, attacked by the warlike natives, and unable to put to sea, he was kept captive in his shattered hulks for a whole year.
On the third day their way led them to a forest, where there was no beaten path, and the soil of which was marshy. But it was indispensably necessary that they should leave this wretched passage, in order that they might reach with incredible difficulties, indeed the town of Cedro Bueno.
He rose the last time with his heels over his head, to the full extent of his arms; and on plunging down his hold broke. He spun around the horse, then went hurtling to the ground some twenty feet away. He sat up, and seeing Emett and Jones laughing, and Jim prostrated with joy, he showed his white teeth in a smile and said: "No bueno dam."
He dismounted at the door of the shop, and called to him a small Mexican lad with a cheek of the tint of ripe corn. "Here, Pedro Segundo! Take this mare up to the camp! Can you catch?" He tossed him a coin. "Bueno!" "Mucho bueno!" said Pedro the First, looking on approvingly from the door of his shop. Arnold turned to the schoolmistress, who was smiling from her perch on a pile of wet logs.
"The risk must be run." "Bueno, señor. And also this Artie?" "No! no! no!" hastened Hooper. "Guard him as your life! But send a trusty man for him to-morrow with the buckboard. He comes to see me, in answer to my invitation." "And if he will not come, señor?" inquired Ramon's quiet voice. "Why should he not come?" "He has been much with Sanborn."
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