"She must--it must be childless and intestate." "She must go off in some natural way," continued the nephew.
The uncle looked up with a vague hope in his one dusky and filmy eye.
"Perhaps the isthmus will do it for her." Again the old man turned to an image of despair, as he mumbled, "O Madre de Dios! no, no.

The isthmus is nothing." "Is the overland route more dangerous ?" asked Coronado.
"It might be made more dangerous.

One gets lost in the desert.

There are Apaches." "It is a horrible business," growled Coronado, shaking his head and biting his lips.
"Oh, horrible, horrible!" groaned Garcia.

"Munoz was a pig, and a dog, and a toad, and a snake." "You old coward! can't you speak out ?" hissed Coronado, losing his patience.