"Say you will!" "Red" pleaded, almost distracted.
But Angela was adamant. "I won't—I won't listen to you another minute!" She turned her back on him, blushing to the roots of her hair.
Lopez had been highly amused at the girl's pique and "Red's" honest interest in her. He came to his assistance. "We shall be patient. She is mad. And mad lady sink not wiz ze 'ead, but only wiz ze tongue." He faced the pouting Angela. "Señorita, leesten to me. 'Ow old are you?"
"None of your business!" was the instant answer.
"Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?" Lopez pressed, smiling.
"Certainly not! I'm only twenty!" She was swift with the denial.
"Ah! I sought so," said Lopez, much pleased.
"What?" Angela said, not understanding him.
"In Mexico you would now be married five years—" the bandit explained.