Then there was more talk in Spanish and Bucephalus put his hands over his ears and whistled.
"Mah wo'd! Ah done hear disreputable language in mah days, but nothin' to compaiah with that!" he declared emphatically. "It ain't respectable. Ef Ah meet de fellah wha' talk lak dat Ah's gwan to tell him wha' Ah done thought ob him."
There was still more of the talk, and Ben Bowline doubled his fists and said angrily:
"It's as bad to be told you're a liar in Spanish as it is in English or French or Dutch or any other lingo, an' I'm not goin' to take it from nobody. Just wait till I get hold——"
Dick and Jack were both laughing heartily now, much to young Smith's amazement, Billy's surprise and the disgust of Ben Bowline, Bucephalus looking on and wondering what had come over his "young gentlemen" as he was accustomed to call them.
"What are you two fellows laughing at?" asked Billy.
"I don't see anything funny in it!" sputtered Ben.
"I think it's awful!" murmured Jesse W.
"Why, those are not men talking," laughed Dick.
"They aren't!" exclaimed Billy.