Just now he looked nothing less than poisonous; the hungriest of cannibals would not have dared eat him.
"I am ruined," he went on groaning.

"The war, the Yankees, the Apaches, the devil--I am completely ruined.

In another year I shall be sold out.
Then, my dear Carlos, you will have no home." "_Sangre de Dios!_" growled Coronado.

"Do you want to drive me to the devil?
"O God! to force an old man to such an extremity!" continued Garcia.

"It is more than an old man is fitted to strive with.