Take the LLANO!--and take this with it.

May the drought seize your cattle till their tongues hang down as long as those of your lying lawyers! May it be the curse and torment of your old age, as you and yours have made it of mine!" We stepped between the principal actors in this scene, which only the passion of Altascar made tragical, but Tryan, with a humility but ill concealing his triumph, interrupted: "Let him curse on.

He'll find 'em coming home to him sooner than the cattle he has lost through his sloth and pride.

The Lord is on the side of the just, as well as agin all slanderers and revilers." Altascar but half guessed the meaning of the Missourian, yet sufficiently to drive from his mind all but the extravagant power of his native invective.
"Stealer of the Sacrament! Open not!--open not, I say, your lying, Judas lips to me! Ah! half-breed, with the soul of a coyote!--car-r-r-ramba!" With his passion reverberating among the consonants like distant thunder, he laid his hand upon the mane of his horse as though it had been the gray locks of his adversary, swung himself into the saddle and galloped away.
George turned to me: "Will you go back with us tonight ?" I thought of the cheerless walls, the silent figures by the fire, and the roaring wind, and hesitated.
"Well then, goodby." "Goodby, George." Another wring of the hands, and we parted.

I had not ridden far when I turned and looked back.