Bravura!" and the ranchero tossed his hat, regardless of the place.
It was, however, no part of Mazzolin's policy to allow him for one moment to forget the reverence due the marble images that looked so calmly down from their niches, and with a stern glance he pointed to them, crossing himself as he did so.

Juan went down on his knees, and with an "Ave Maria," and a Mexican dollar (which he laid on the altar), quieted his conscience.
"Senor Austin is in the Calaboose," he said, after a pause.
Mazzolin started, and looked keenly at him, as if striving to read his inmost thoughts.
"You must be mistaken.

Juan; there is no mention of it in my letter ?" he said, in a tone of one fearing to believe good news.
"Not at all, Padre.

We started together--there were fifteen of us--and after we had come a long way, so far as Saltillo, some of Santa Anna's cavaleros overtook us, and carried Senor Americano back with them, and said they had orders to do it, for he was no friend to our nation.

I know, for I heard for myself." "Do you know the particular reason of his arrest ?" Juan shook his head, and replied, "That the officers did not say." "Did you mention to any one your having a letter for me ?" "No, Padre; I tell no man what does not concern him." "A wise plan, Juan, I would advise you always to follow; and be very careful that you say nothing to any one about my letter: I particularly desire it." "Intiendo," said Juan, turning toward the door.