"Why, yes; I suppose those smart young men have the same view in mind as that of the male birds, and meditate and dream that it is 'not proper at all for a man to be alone,' as, thinking of Priscilla, Miles Standish would say."
"Possibly, possibly," laughing. Islao did not understand the allusion, but he let it pass.
"Now be careful; don't speak loud," whispered Busyong.
Presently the two friends who were the object of Busyong and Islao's rather severe remarks shuffled towards Busyong and Islao, stopping near the telegraph post beside them. The two chums were going to separate when one of them, the cross-eyed, jabbered, "Oh, you teni espijo, ah? Porque? You ajos malo, eh?"
A sudden insuppressible peal of laughter was heard from Busyong and Islao, who soon tried to act as if they did not hear the blunder.
"Cosa ajos? Am no cook as you," said the other grinning over his glasses a little more easily than the first one.
"Cosa esti?" asked the cross-eyed one, pointing to his eyes with his dirty-nailed finger.
"T'at is call 'esquinting eyes.'"
"Ah, yes. Porque got espijo you, esquinting ais?"
"Oh, you don' know its value; t'at is to add weight," erecting his body and raising his low chest, but forgetting that the other had called him cross-eyed.