"I go to tak' de walk," he said.
"You little liar!" snarled Tracy. "You have been playing the spy! I know what you have been doing!"
"De spyee—how you mean?"
The Mexican lad seemed very innocent.
"I've seen you sneaking around. Why are you hanging around here, anyhow? Why don't you get out?"
"Dat none of your busineeze," returned the lad saucily.
"You little runt!" growled Tracy, catching the boy by the shoulder. "Do you dare talk to me that way?"
"You beeg rufeen!" cried Pablo. "You hurt! Let of me a-go!"
Then he kicked the foreman on the shins. Immediately, with a roar of rage, Tracy struck Pablo with his fist, knocking the boy down.