Feel confident, _caballero_, that you're in the company of friends.

Don Gaulterio here will be able to convince you of that.

Ah! senor, you've a nurse who feels a great interest in seeing you restored to health." Pronouncing these last words in undertone and with an accent of innuendo, accompanied by a smile which the invalid pleasantly interprets, Don Prospero also retires, leaving his patient alone with his old caravan guide.
Drawing one of the chairs up to the side of the bed, the ex-Ranger sits down upon it, saying,-- "Wal, Frank, ain't it wonderful?
That we shed both be hyar, neested snug an' comfortable as two doons in the heart of a hollow tree, arter all the dangersome scrapes we've been passin' through.

Gheehorum! To think o' thar bein' sech a sweet furtile place lyin' plum centre in the innermost recesses o' the Staked Plain, whar we purairey men allers believed thar wun't nothin' 'ceptin' dry desert an' stinkin' sage-bush.
Instead, hyar's a sort o' puradise aroun' us, sech as I used read o' when I war a youngster in the big Book.

Thar's the difference, that in the Gardin o' Eeden thar's but one woman spoken of; hyar thar's two, one o' which you yurself hev called a angel, an' ye hain't sayed anythin' beyont the downright truth.