Nunez in a sentence

Nunez agreed with him, and thought it might pay to find out more.

In the meantime, the horse-dealer, Nunez, went to a newspaper office, and there procured a file of a Mexican paper, for the negro had convinced them that his vessel had sailed from Acapulco.

Turning over the back numbers week after week, and week after week, Nunez searched in the maritime news for the information that the _Miranda_ had cleared from a Mexican port.

Nunez counted the months on his fingers.

And taking from his pocket a little note-book in which he recorded his benefactions in the line of horse trades, he carefully copied the paragraph concerning the _Miranda_. When Nunez met Cardatas in the afternoon, the latter also had news.

Nunez then showed Cardatas the note he had made, and remarked that, of course, it could not refer to the present voyage of the brig, for it could not take her five months to come from Acapulco to this port.

Nunez did not smoke, but he mused as he walked along.

When they parted, Nunez had not made up his mind that the plan of Cardatas was a good one, but he told him to go ahead and see what could be done about getting the _Arato_ and a reliable crew, and that he would talk further to him about the matter.

That night Nunez took a train for Santiago, and on his arrival there, the next morning, he went straight to the shop of the jeweller of whom had been obtained the piece of gold in his possession.

Here he made some cautious inquiries, and found the jeweller very ready to talk about the piece of gold that Nunez showed him.

After explaining that his reason for making these inquiries was his fear that the piece of gold he had accepted in trade because he also liked the feel of lumps of gold, might not be worth what he had given for it, Nunez thanked the jeweller, left him, and returned to Valparaiso.

She also had on board a passenger, Nunez by name, and a tall negro, who doubtless could turn his hand to some sort of work on board, and whom it would have been very indiscreet to leave behind.

He was a sharp fellow, and kept his eyes on everybody, particularly upon Nunez, who, although a landsman, and in no wise capable of sailing a ship, was perfectly capable of making plans regarding any vessel in which he was interested, especially when such a vessel happened to be sailing in pursuit of treasure, the value of which was merely a matter of conjecture.

But when the storms came on, Nunez grew sick and unhappy, and retired below, and he troubled the mind of Cardatas no more for the present.

If that should happen to be the case, their voyage would be a losing one, indeed, but he said nothing of his fears to Nunez.

Nunez could not help seeing, but he was a little cross, nevertheless.

And should this misfortune have happened, he must be careful about Nunez when he came to hear of it.

When he turned into his hammock that night, Cardatas had made up his mind that, if he should discover that the _Miranda_ had gone to the bottom, it would be a very good thing if arrangements could be made for Nunez to follow her.

Cardatas did not immediately answer, for Nunez was excitedly talking to him.

At this, Nunez stepped forward, his face red with passion.