Paul, as if carelessly, changed the key of the former from one pocket to the other, and stepped before the window.
"So this is a plot to murder me! Have a care! You are not in your own brigand California!" "If you think so, alarm the house.

They will find us quarreling, and you will only precipitate matters by receiving the insult that will make you fight--before them." "I am r-ready, sir, when and where you will," said Briones, with a swaggering air but a shifting, furtive eye.

"Open--a--the door." "Pardon me.

We will leave this room TOGETHER in an hour for the station.

We will board the night express that will take us in three hours beyond the frontier, where we can each find a friend." "But my affairs here--my sister--I must see her." "You shall write a note to her at that table, saying that important business--a dispatch--has called you away, and we will leave it with the porter to be delivered IN THE MORNING.