"The deuce! what more?"
"A little oil, and then it would add glory to the wedding of Camacho," said Dick.
"The senor caballero is quite a Spanish cook," said the pretty patrona; "but," she added, with a furtive glance at Dick's pair of French pantaloons, "I hope we shall not lose—"
"Lose—not at all, my dear senora. You shall be paid in gold as pure as your wedding ring."
"If we have it," added Garriehorne, aside.
"So serve up the guisado. Its odour is exquisite! By Jove, we four Hannibals have here found our Capua! But, Senor Patron," continued Dick, speaking with his mouth very full, "you are singularly like an ugly fellow whom I met yesterday—what is your name?"
"Morello."
"The devil it is! that name proved an unlucky one to me lately."
"Where, senor?"
"At Villahoz."