I am very sorry that the senor is not pleased with my choice." "You needn't be sorry.

It's a very pretty riata, and I have no doubt it will do all I ask of it.

The saddle's a beauty, and the bridle and spurs--I'm a thousand times obliged." "It is nothing and less than nothing," disclaimed Manuel once more; and went in to ask the senora for a most palatable decoction whose chief ingredient was blackberry wine, which the senora recommended to all and sundry for various ailments.

Though Manuel, the deceitful one, had no ailment, he did have a keen appreciation of the flavour of the cordial, and his medicine bottle was never long empty--or full--if he could help it.
A moment later Jack, hearing a human, feminine twitter from the direction of the rose garden, left off examining pridefully his belongings, and bolted without apology, after his usual headlong fashion.
Don Andres sat him down in an easy-chair in the sun, and sighed as he did so.

"He is hot-tempered, that vaquero," he said regretfully, his mind upon Manuel.