"Red" could stand this now: he had his Angela. And tucked in his big arm, he took her outdoors.
As soon as they had gone, Hardy turned to Lopez. "Look here!" he shouted, "I guess I've got something to say about this. That's my daughter, whose affairs you've been so kindly fixing up, and—"
Lopez gave him one look that closed his mouth suddenly. "Don't shoot, Pedro," he said. "Well?"
Hardy cast one eye at Pedro's lifted gun, and got out only one word, "Nothing." A meeker man never lived.
"From what my frand tell me, I can see now 'ow you make your money," the bandit told Hardy. "You are a robber."
This was too much for Hardy—for any man with a spark of manhood left in him.
"I am not!" he denied. "I'm a business man."
"You are a loan fish," the bandit pressed.
"A what?"