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Updated: June 6, 2025
"He's rather partial to bottled ale or stout," suggested Tom, "and he may possibly prefer that." "Rather a queer taste for a Spaniard," said the admiral, as the barge reached the side of the flagship; "but I think I can also gratify on board my ship this predilection of Senor " "Carrambo," prompted Tom.
"Carrambo!" muttered Leon. "What's the matter with them?" They seemed inclined to escape towards the trees; but, after making a few lengths, they would fall to the ground, tumble about, and then, getting up again, head in the opposite direction! Leon was puzzled, no wonder. He looked around for a solution of this queer conduct on the part of the ais. No explanation appeared.
"In the water," replied Leona; "among the great lilies." "It's the tapir," cried Leon. "Carrambo! it's our tapir!" Guapo was busy plucking his macaws, but at the word tapir he sprang to his feet, making the feathers fly in all directions. "Where, senorita?" he asked, addressing little Leona. "Down below," replied the child; "near the edge of the river."
He glanced for a moment at the dog, that was still lying where he had been placed. "Poor fellow! he has had it in earnest. He'll carry the marks of their cowardly knives for the rest of his days. Well he may live long enough to know that he has been avenged yes! that may he. But what shall I do with him?" After considering a minute, he continued: "Carrambo! I lose time.
That is how she was taken from the Rapahoes." "A brave deed! But how did she chance to be there? Since Bent's Port was abandoned, there is no white settlement near the Big Timbers." "Ah! senor! that is the strangest part of the whole story. It was told me by Don Jose himself, while we were companeros on a trapping expedition just after he had saved the girl. Carrambo! a strange tale!"
Senor, it is impossible to tell how long the `norte' may rage: sometimes for days; perhaps only for a few hours. This appears to be a `huracana'. If so, it will be short, but terrible while it lasts. Carrambo!" A puff of cold, sharp wind came whistling past like an arrow. Another followed, and another, like the three seas that roll over the stormy ocean.
"Yes, Carrambo," added the admiral as he mounted the accommodation ladder of the flagship Tom Finch with Jocko on his arm following in his wake, as before, amidst the mutual salutes of the admiral and the officers, to the state cabin of the chief.
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