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Carara muttered fiercely: "Senor, I works five year' for that saddle. I am a good gambler, si, si! but I keel somebody biffore I lose it to the Centipede." "And is that Echo Phonograph worth all this?" inquired Helen. "We won that phonograph at risk of life and limb," said Willie, doggedly, "from the Centipede-" " and twenty other outfits, Senor."
Of a sudden the gangling, spineless foreman had grown taut and forceful, his long face was hard. "Don't let a Centipede bluff you!" exclaimed Speed. "Cover anything they offer give 'em odds. Anything you don't want, I'll take, pay or play, money at the tape. We can't lose." "I got no more money," said Carara, removing his handsome bespangled hat, "but I bet my sombrero.
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!"
Chapin would lend a helpin' hand." "No chance!" said Stover, grimly. "He's sore on foot-racin'. Says it disturbs us and upsets our equalubrium." Carara fetched a deep sigh. "It's ver' bad t'ing, Senor. I don' feel no worse w'en my gran'mother die." The three men loped onward through the darkness, weighted heavily with disappointment.
"Ha!" said he, scowling 'at Mariedetta, who had retreated, her hand upon her bosom. He exhaled a lungful of cigarette smoke through his nostrils fiercely. "You play wit' me, eh?" "No! no!" Mariedetta ran to him, and, seizing his arm, cooed amorously in Spanish. "Bah! Vamos!" Carara flung her from him, and stalked away. "Well, of all the outrageous things!" said Miss Blake.
He don't know how he does it, and neither do I. Some folks can say funny things, some can sing, like Missus Melby; some can run foot- races, like that Centipede cook " Carara breathed an eloquent Mexican oath. "Do you reckon he fixed that race with Humpy Joe?" inquired Stover. "Name's Skinner," Willie observed. "It sure sounds bad." "I'm sorry Humpy left us so sudden," said Still Bill.
Lessing wished to transplant into the renownless circle of the principality of Massa Carara the violent injustice of the Decemvir's inevitable tyranny; but as by taking a few steps we can extricate ourselves from so petty a territory, so, after a slight consideration, we can easily escape from the assumption so laboriously planned by the poet; on which, however, the necessity of the catastrophe wholly rests.
Carara languidly released his inamorata from his embrace and lounged out of sight around the building, pausing at the farther corner to waft her a graceful kiss from the ends of his fingers, as with a farewell flash of his white teeth he disappeared.
Carara turned his palm outward, in gentle apology. "You been talk' a gret deal to my Senorita to Mariedetta, eh?" "Oh, the Cuban Queen!" Glass winked openly at Speed. "Sure! I slip her a laugh now and then." "She is not Cubana, she is Mexicana," said Carara, politely. "Well, what d'you think of that! I thought she was a Cuban." Glass began to chuckle.
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.
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