"Never mind that; the pleasure isn't mutual, by a damned sight. You tell your men to stop that monkey-business, and have them put those stakes back where they found them." Ballard was hot.
"You give-a the h-order in this valley, señor?" asked the Mexican softly.
"I do, where the company's property is concerned. Call your men off!"
"Señor Ballar', I have biffo to-day killed a man for that he spik to me like-a that!"
"Señor Ballar', I have biffo' to-day killed a man for that he spik to me like-a-that!"
"Have you?" snorted Ballard contemptuously. "Well, you won't kill me. Call your men off, I say!"