“But I thought things were settling down?”
“There will be no settling down until after the elections.”
“The elections?”
“You would not understand. Americans never do.”
“Perhaps some of us might if you gave us a chance; but when you go rearing and pitching around, killing us and raiding border towns like that murderous Villa——”
“In war there is no murder,” said Juan Pachuca, calmly. “And Villa is a friend of mine.”
“Well, I can’t help it, and I think it’s very strange for a well brought up boy like you to be friends with a man like Villa.”
Pachuca laughed as he glanced at the girl’s wrathful face.
“Why do you call me a well brought up boy?” he asked.
“Because you are, aren’t you? You remind me a lot of a cousin of mine who’s just entering college.”