The Chino cook brought the meals, and then came and took them off again.
The "Chino" of course is the merchant of Manila as of all the cities of this part of the world.
Chino uttered a howl, but was violently restrained from bolting.
The Chino family still exists, near Trent and has never spoken anything but Italian.
To cap the climax, he taught poor “Chino” to stand at attention, and ordered him to ever thus stand when in his august presence.
I hadn't never been ter a Chino buryin' ground before, an' night time wasn't extree pleasant fer a foist introduce.
Chino (Chinese) shops sell everything, but, aside from the fine stores on Central Avenue, are mostly devoted to native trade.
The bulk of this out-of-the way business is handled by the ever-present Chino with his little tienda.
We bought a cow here to kill, and used the meat either fresh or dried, and then went on to the Williams, or Chino ranch.
And how much did the Chino want for it, if I may make bold enough to ask so much of the señor's business?