"What ees eet to be smashed?"
"Oh, I mean you're struck on her—you're in love with her. It's that little soft-spoken, black-eyed chit."
"You mean Señorita Garcia?"
"Yes, that's the girl. You've followed her here all the way from Mexico."
"Eet ees right. I have follaired her."
"Now what do you propose to do? Are you going to quit? Are you going to throw up your hand? Are you going to lay down?"
Again he shook his head.
"Eet ees not plain to me what you mean, señorita."
"I'm married—at least, I have been. Call me señora, if you don't choose to call me Mrs. Morton. Are you going to give that girl up? Are you going to let her baffle you? You're a man of determination. I understand you had trouble with Gregory Carker last night."
"Si, si, señora. Eet ees lucky for heem I deed not reach heem with my knife. I weel reach heem yet!"