So, when she could no longer conceal her shiverings, and having no hope that the big senor would understand her any better when he returned with the load of logs he and the peons were after, she rose and prepared to depart.

Surely the Senor Jack, if he were going to follow, would by this time be coming, and the hope rather hastened her adieu.
"Adios, amiga mia," she said, her eyes innocently turning from the Senora Simpson to scan stealthily the northern slope.
"Good-by, honey.

Come again and see me.

Jerry knows a few Spanish words, and I'll make him learn 'em to me so I can talk a little of your kind, next time.

And tell your mother I'm obliged for the wine; and them dried peaches tasted fine, after being without so long.
Shan't I hold your horse while you git on?
Seems to me he's pretty frisky for a girl to be riding; but I guess you're equal to him!" Teresita smiled vaguely.