Till the dust settles, we're both better off down here with Don Andres Picardo.

I don't want to be hung for the company I keep.
Besides--" "I'll bet ten ounces there's a senorita," hazarded.

Jack maliciously.
"You're like Bill Wilson; but you can preach caution till your jaws ache; you can't fool me into believing you're afraid to go back to the mine.

Is there a senorita ?" "You shut up and go to sleep," snapped Dade, and afterward would not speak at all.
Manuel, in the shadow, frowned over the only words he understood--Don Andres Picardo and senorita.

The senors were agreeable companions, and they were his guests.