Lopez liked this, "You love zat girl?" he said to the foreman, meaning, of course, Angela.
"What?" the latter cried out.
"Well, I don't go around advertising the fact," "Red" told Lopez, a bit mortified that his heart affairs should be thus openly discussed.
"Ze girl zat spoiled my dinner," the bandit laughed.
"Oh!" cried Angela, who thought she had done so well.
"And she love you?" Lopez went on.
"I don't either!" Angela protested, speaking before "Red" had a chance.
"Now, Angela!" said "Red," his face the color of his flaming hair.
His dream seemed so close. Was it possible that the only girl he ever had adored was going to see it wrecked?