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The little valley widened into a pocket. Back from the road stood a low white much house. Its veranda was smothered in the gorgeousness of bougainvillaea. A grave, elderly, bearded Spaniard, on horseback, passed them at a smooth shuffling little trot, and gave them a sonorous buenas dias, The road mounted rapidly.
I have owed you fifty for three years and I'd like to square up." "Sure you ain't bluffin' on no pair?" "Thank you, Harley. I have a small stake." "Well, holler when you're hit." He waved his hand and departed with a "Buenas noches, children." Scarcely had the gate slammed behind him when Bob turned to Donna with beaming face. "They're after my water-right, sweetheart they're after it already!"
Then came the suburbs and enormous ox-carts loaded with everything, and donkeys without number passing silent-footed in the sand, and peons, lacking entirely the half-insolence and pulque-sodden faces of Guanajuato region, greeted me unfailingly with "Adios" or "Buenas noches."
Su madre, D.ª María del Rosario Cepeda, contaba entre sus ascendientes a Santa Teresa de Jesús, y había heredado su ingenio y afición al estudio, de que dió buenas pruebas en Cádiz.
"Bon soir, cher papa" said Floracita, kissing her father's hand. "Buenas noches, Papasito querido" said Rosabella, as she touched his cheek with her beautiful lips. There was moisture in his eyes as he folded them to his heart and said, "God bless you! God protect you, my dear ones!"
Two or three passed me in the darkness with a "Buenas noches, senor," to which I mumbled some reply, they doubtless taking me for a neighbor. Two uniformed men, evidently police or soldiers, were lounging in the only shop, and I dared not enter until they were gone.
If he is, it is my opinion that his intention was to return to his home, but upon arriving here, his courage failed him from doubts as to how he would be received. Your true servant, Half an hour afterward quick time for Buenas Tierras Señor Urique's ancient landau drove to the consul's door, with the barefooted coachman beating and shouting at the team of fat, awkward horses.
"Not this trip," said the captain. "I'll send it to you C.O.D. when I get back to Buenas Tierras. Here comes that capstanfooted lubber with the chewin'. I ought to've weighed anchor an hour ago." "Is that your ship out there?" asked the Kid.
He watched this one's approach warily, and when the fellow pulled up with a glistening smile and a polite "Buenas tardes," Stratton responded with some curtness. "Fine day, señor," remarked the stranger pleasantly. "You've said it," returned Buck drily. "We haven't had rain in as much as three weeks." "Tha's right," agreed the other.
"Pablo is a trifle jealous of the job of waiting on me. We'll iron everything out in the morning. Good-night, Murray." "Buenas noches, mono mio," Pablo grunted. "I have a slight knowledge of the Spanish tongue, sir," Murray protested. "This blackamoor has insulted me, sir. Just now he said, in effect, 'Good-night, monkey mine. Earlier in the evening, he attempted to murder Mr. Parker's guest, Mr.
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