`` A man I not know . Cross fellow what beat him when he do letters bad . '' `` Did he spell his name ? '' cried Ben , breathlessly . `` No ; that for why man beat him . He name Generale , and he go spell Sancho all times , and cry when whip fall on him . Ha ! yes ! that name true one ; not Generale ? '' and the man nodded , waved his hands , and showed his teeth , almost as much excited as the boys . `` It 's Sanch ! let 's go and get him now , right off ! cried Ben , in a fever to be gone . `` A hundred miles away , and no clue but this man 's story ? We must wait a little , Ben , and be sure before we set out , '' said Miss Celia , ready to do almost any thing , but not so certain as the boys . `` What sort of a dog was it ? A large , curly , white poodle , with a queer tail ? '' she asked of Giacomo . `` No , Signorina mia , he no curly , no wite ; he black , smooth dog , littel tail , small , so ; '' and the man held up one brown finger with a gesture which suggested a short , wagging tail . `` There , you see how mistaken we were .
Dogs are often named Sancho , especially Spanish poodles ; for the original XXXXX was a Spaniard , you know .
Ben Celia Generale Giacomo Sanch Sancho littel mia right wite