O Madre de Dios! how I have needed you! There is no time to lose.

Enter at once." A dyspeptic, worn with work and anxieties, his nervous system shattered, Garcia was subject to fits of petulance which were ludicrous.

In these rages he called everybody who would bear it pigs, dogs, and other more unsavory nicknames.

Coronado bore it because thus he got his living, and got it without much labor.
"I want you," gasped Garcia, seizing the young man by the arm and dragging him into a private room.

"I want to speak to you in confidence--in confidence, mind you, in confidence--about Munoz." "I have heard of it," said Coronado, as the old man stopped to catch his breath.
"Heard of it!" exclaimed Garcia, in such consternation that he turned yellow, which was his way of turning pale.