["Señor Ballar', I have biffo' to-day killed a man for that he spik to me like-a-that!"]
[The muscles of his face were twitching, and he was breathing hard, like a spent runner.]
["There is my notion—and a striking example of Mexican fair play."]
THE KING OF ARCADIA
I
THE CRYPTOGRAM
The strenuous rush of the day of suddenly changed plans was over, and with Gardiner, the assistant professor of geology, to bid him God-speed, Ballard had got as far as the track platform gates of the Boston & Albany Station when Lassley's telegram, like a detaining hand stretched forth out of the invisible, brought him to a stand.
He read it, with a little frown of perplexity sobering his strong, enthusiastic face.