You appear to have plenty of _pewter_." Here the major significantly touched a gold sugar-dish, which the servant was carrying upon a tray of chased silver.

"Take my word for it, you can't bury it too soon." "It is true, Don Cosme," said I, translating to him the major's advice.
"We are not French, but there are robbers who hang on the skirts of every army." Don Cosme promised to follow the hint with alacrity, and we prepared to take our departure from the rancho.
"I will give you a guide, Senor Capitan; you will find my people with the _mulada_.

Please _compel_ them to lasso the cattle for you.

You will obtain what you want in the corral.

_Adios, Senores_!" "Farewell, Don Cosme!" "_A dios, Capitan! adios! adios_!" I held out my hand to the younger of the girls, who instantly caught it and pressed it to her lips.