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At length "Agua, agua" we had not a drop of water in the boat. "El muchacho esta moriendo de sed Agua." We got on board, and the surgeon gave the poor fellow some weak tepid grog. It acted like magic. He gradually uncoiled himself, his voice, from being weak and husky, became comparative strong and clear. "El hijo Agua para mi Pedrillo No le hace pari mi oh la noche pasado, la noche pasado!"

Orahood smilingly admitted that ours were the best beeves he had bought that spring. "I knew it," said Uncle Lance; "you don't suppose I've been ranching in this valley over forty years without knowing a fat steer when I see one. Tom, send a muchacho after a bundle of mint. Wayne, you haven't got a lick of sense in riding I'm as tired as a dog." The buyer returned to Shepherd's the next morning.

"I've been in a drought ever since morning. Hi muchacho! el aguardiente por aca." "Now, what do you want to see me about?" asked Goodwin, when the drinks were before them. "Confound it, old man," drawled Blythe, "why do you spoil a golden moment like this with business? I wanted to see you well, this has the preference." He gulped down his brandy, and gazed longingly into the empty glass.

And he could see the strange evenings, when workmen, coming secretly in the dark like men who did ill deeds, met with his father and talked long hours where he, the muchacho, lay not always asleep in the corner. As from a remote distance he could hear Spider Hagerty saying to him: "No layin' down at the start. Them's instructions. Take a beatin' and earn your dough."

This was easy enough, as he constituted himself from that moment its sole nurse and attendant, and boldly baptized it among the other children by the name of Francisco. No others knew its origin, nor cared to know. Father Pedro had taken a muchacho foundling for adoption; his jealous seclusion of it and his personal care was doubtless some sacerdotal formula at once high and necessary.

"When did you come in?" she said, meaning, I suppose, when did I join the gang. "Last week," I answered, swinging the door a little further open. Footsteps were coming rapidly along the road. I heard excited voices, I made sure that it was the search party going back to the schooner. "Digame, muchacho," she said in Spanish. It must have been some sort of pass-word among them.

"Where is the sheep camp?" "Over yonder." Don Nicolás waved a careless hand toward the west. "I saw their camp-fire last night." "I'm going over to give them the rush." "By all means, Miguel. If you run those Basques off the ranch I will be able to return to town and leave my deputies in charge of these sheep. Keep your eyes open, Miguel. Adios, muchacho!"

He had not expected such prompt and overwhelming response to his recommendation. He despatched a muchacho at once to fetch the future admiral. The collector waited in his official quarters. His office was in the Calle Grande, and the sea breezes hummed through its windows all day. The collector, in white linen and canvas shoes, philandered with papers on an antique desk.

"And there isn't a boat to connect with the Pacific Mail for twenty-six days," said Trask. "I'm on a vacation." "You know so much about Manila, too," she said. "But we may go on the Thursday boat." "The Thursday boat?" "Yes." "If there's a Thursday boat, I'll wreck it," said Trask, and clapped his hands for the muchacho. "Here," said Locke, "comes Rip Van Winkle without his dog."

Yet, now that the man was in actual peril, all that was forgotten, every generous instinct in the lad sprang at once to the surface, his one idea was to hurry to the rescue, and he cried eagerly: "Tell me exactly where to find him and I will go at once and bring him in." "Wait, muchacho, wait!" exclaimed Cachama impatiently.

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