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I have a strong desire to blow a hole through that fellow! Buenas noches, Senor de Mendoza! I am enchanted to have the unexpected honor of meeting you." Senor de Mendoza turned round, disagreeably startled. It is only fair to explain that he had not come hither with any lover-like designs towards Miriam.
It seemed to be my cue to speak as well as knock, so, acting on a vague assumption that the people were Mexicans, I called, "Buenas noches!" The talking ceased abruptly, and with it the music of knife and fork on crockery. I knocked and called again, "Buenas noches!" A chair moved, and a man's voice said, "Abajo, perro!" whereupon the bark was exchanged for an equally uncomfortable growling.
"You will meet me here to-morrow night again, Anton," said he at parting. "If anything should happen to prevent me coming, then look for me the night after, and the night after that. So buenas noches, amigo!" "Buenos noches, mi amo!" And with this salutation the friends for they were go turned their backs on each other and parted.
There was nothing important you had to say, was there?" "That's all," said Blythe. "Unless you wouldn't mind sending in another drink from the bar as you go out. Old Espada has closed my account to profit and loss. And pay for the lot, will you, like a good fellow?" "All right," said Goodwin. "Buenas noches."
"Buenas dias, Doña Fernandez!" said Chiquita, unabashed by the Señora's sudden appearance and onslaught, "may the day bring you many blessings! Look! Padre Antonio's greetings," and she held up the basket for the Señora's benefit.
"Rosita would be the very one " The sound of light footsteps and the tinkle of spurs caused Juan to turn. "Ah! buenas dias, Señorita!" he exclaimed, lifting his hat and bowing before Chiquita, who had entered the patio from the opposite side of the house.
The thing moved, stirred and finally galvanized into life. It was finally revealed as the figure of a rather ill-favored Mexican, unusually tall for one of his race who are, as a rule, squat and small. "Buenas tardes, Juan!" greeted Buck Bellew. "Buenas tardes, senors," was the response. "But what for do you disturb me in thees way.
Tony Moreno, on his part, doffed his shabby sombrero with his right hand and murmured courteously, "Buenas tardes, Don Miguel." Pablo he ignored. With his left hand, he caught a yellow envelope as it fell from under the hat. "Good-afternoon, Moreno." Don Miguel returned his salutation with a gravity he felt incumbent upon one of his station to assume when addressing a social inferior.
Two or three groups had passed when one of the men recognized me and with a "Buenas noches, jefe!" insisted on giving me the torch he carried, a mine candle with a cloth wrapped around it as a protection in the strong wind. I had soon to cast this away, as it not only threatened to burn my hand but left the eyes unable to pierce the surrounding wall of darkness.
The boy had a swarthy, pleasant face, and to Jean's greeting he replied, "BUENAS DIAS." Jean understood little Spanish, and about all he gathered by his simple queries was that the lad was not alone and that it was "lambing time." This latter circumstance grew noisily manifest. The forest seemed shrilly full of incessant baas and plaintive bleats.
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