By the light of the torch it could now be seen that his hair and beard gave rise to the first half of his name, being of a fiery hue.
His eyes were small and deep-set, glittering like a snake's.
Pedro Sanchez was actually too frightened to say a word in answer to this implied question.
He could only stand and glare like a wild beast at bay and powerless to help itself.
The giant seemed rather talkative in his triumph.
"Pushed Red Goliath down a gulch, half a mile deep. Thought he'd die like a rat in its hole. Aha! my fine fellow, bushes are great inventions; thanks to them I am here now—here to claim my vengeance. Five thousand dollars tempted you, did it? Well, I want to tell you I'm offered double as much to keep the gal away forever: kill her if I like. Now, Brutus, your time has about come. Are you ready to meet your just doom?"
Pedro was shivering as only a man can who sees instant death before him, and his chattering teeth precluded the possibility of a reply.
The giant smiled derisively, and turned his eyes on Hoskins.
At this critical period the individual proved himself the possessor of more courage than the boasting creole.
Perhaps this arose from his ignorance of the giant's power, which Pedro was well acquainted with.