It was the hour of evening, when these birds become especially stridulent.
"And so you must go to-morrow, Senor Francisco ?" said his host, taking the cigaritto from between his teeth, and looking inquiringly into the face of the Kentuckian.
"There is no help for it, colonel.

The caravan with which I came out will be leaving Santa Fe the day after to-morrow, and there's just time for me to get there.

Unless I go along with it, there may be no other opportunity for months to come, and one cannot cross the plains alone." "Well, I suppose I must lose you.

I am sorry, and selfishly, too, for, as you see, I am somewhat lonely here.

There's not one of my officers, with the exception of our old _medico_, exactly of the sort to be companionable.