His companion, lazy, specious, and red-faced, was Senor Brown, the American alcalde.
"Well, I reckon we kin about call the thing fixed," said Senor Brown, with a large wave of the hand, suggesting a sweeping away of all trivial details.

"Ez I was saying to the Don yer, when two high-toned gents like you and him come together in a delicate matter of this kind, it ain't no hoss trade nor sharp practice.

The Don is that lofty in principle that he's willin' to sacrifice his affections for the good of the gal; and you, on your hand, kalkilate to see all he's done for her, and go your whole pile better.

You'll make the legal formalities good.
I reckon that old Injin woman who can swear to the finding of the baby on the shore will set things all right yet.

For the matter o' that, if you want anything in the way of a certificate, I'm on hand always." "Juanita and myself are at your disposition, _caballeros_," said Don Juan, with a grave exaltation.