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To which Perona suavely assented. "Por Dios Señorito," he said to me, "we would not have your great government annoyed at Nareda. If there are smugglers, we will capture them of a certainty." From the Government House, it now being almost time for the midday meal, I returned to Spawn's. The rambling mud walls of the Inn stood baking in the noonday heat when I arrived.
I was so delighted that I could only express myself by kissing the forehead of Madre Moreno. "Be careful my Señorito!" she cried starting back and then laughing, "be careful how thou kissest the love of el bueno Diablo, or he may be jealous and play thee a bad trick." I always hated the Madre when she laughed, and I hurried away.
The witch bent her head and looking into my face from under her overhanging reboso, raised her finger and shook it before me saying as she did so, "Thou art a learned señorito, Carlos Sotos, but although Ambrosia Moreno hath never been in the college, she knows more of the little flowers and bright leaves of this plant thou speakest of than all the Jesuits or thy people shall ever learn.
"Because, as you can see, senorito, that water's too deep for wading." "But what of that? We can swim it, can't we?" "True, we could; all that and more, so far as the swimming goes. But once in there, how are we to get out again? Look at yonder bank. Straight up as a wall, and so smooth a cat couldn't climb it, much less our horses; and no more ourselves.
"I thought it would be so." "How very strange!" remarks Ludwig. "Not at all strange, senorito; but just as it should be, and as we might have expected." "But what has caused it?" "Oh, cousin," answered Cypriano, who now comprehends all. "Can't you see? I do." "See what?" "Why, that the dust has settled down over the plain; and the rain coming after, has converted it into mud."
"Ylario, it is in my mind that I promised you the position of /vaquero/ on the San Carlos range at the fall /rodeo/." "/Si, senor/, such was your goodness." "Listen. This /senorito/ is my friend. He is very sick. Place yourself at his side. Attend to his wants at all times. Have much patience and care with him.
The others seeing this, also bring their horses to a stand; then watch the gaucho, who is apparently engaged with a fresh inspection of the trail. "Have you found anything else?" asks Cypriano. "No, senorito. Instead, I've lost something." "What?" inquire both, in a breath. "I don't any longer see the tracks of that shod horse. I mean the big one we know nothing about.
A young Austrian, who was watching a senorito light his wisp of paper for the fifth time, and mentally comparing it with the volcano volume and kern-deutsch integrity of purpose of the meerschaums of his native land, said to me: "What can you expect of a people who trifle in that way with the only work of their lives?"
"Changes of linen, of course," said Manuela. "The gold-mounted toilet-set; two bottles of eau de Cologne; cigarettes for the Señorito Don Carlos; bonbons; the ivory writing-case; the feather fan; three pairs of shoes " "Enough! enough!" cried Rita. "We shall do well, Manuela. You have been an angel of thoughtfulness. You did not bring any jewels? no?
Therefore, when the gaucho in coming back draws nigh to the fig-tree, he sees a form within the periphery of its shadow, that of Cypriano, standing ready to receive him. The latter first speaks, asking: "Where have you been, Gaspar?" "Oh! only taking a turn among the tombs." "And you've seen something among them to make you uneasy?" "Why do you say that, Senorito?"
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