Obsequious to the last degree, the landlord was so profoundly touched, when Pereo, not displeased with this evidence of his power over his countrymen, condescendingly offered to click glasses with him, that he endeavored to placate him still further.
"It is a pity your worship was not here earlier," he began, with a significant glance at the others, "to have seen a gallant young stranger that was here.

A spice of wickedness about him, truly--a kind of Don Caesar--but bearing himself like a very caballero always.

It would have pleased your worship, who likes not those canting Puritans such as our neighbor yonder." "Ah," said Pereo, reflectively, warming under the potent fires of flattery and aguardiente, "possibly I HAVE seen him.

He was like--" "Like none of the dogs thou hast seen about San Antonio," interrupted the landlord.

"Scarcely did he seem Americano, though he spoke no Spanish." The old man chuckled to himself viciously.