Angela weakened a bit at his tone. "I like him," she told the bandit. "But I don't—love him."
"Ah! but you do!" Lopez insisted.
"I do?" said Angela, wide-eyed.
"I have so decide!" the bandit stated.
"What?" cried Angela, not knowing what he could be driving at.
"Also you make love to my frand, Señor Jones."
"Oh!" cried the frightened girl now.
"And you have annoyed him in other ways."
"I have?" she wailed, terrified to the breaking point.
"Red" intervened. "Listen, Angela—" he began.