Then I'd say: 'Good-by, Mr .-- Mr.'-- what's your name ?" "Mercedes--Antoine Mercedes." "Well, Mr.Mercedes, I'll never forget that benevolent-looking face of yours.

As I was saying, I would bid you good-by, and leave.

I'd pass those fellows," he added, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the robbers in the rear, "before they could say 'General Jackson' with their mouth's open.

You haven't got a horse, in this party, that can catch Roderick." The Ranchero smiled again, and tapped the butt of one of his revolvers with his finger.
"Oh, you wouldn't have a chance to fire a pistol at me," said Frank, quickly.

"By the time you could get on your feet again, after I had knocked you down, I would be a mile from here.