"I crowded my victim against the saddle with my left hand"
The feller that fell got on his feet. He was a good-looking chap, in spite of a big scar across his face and the careless way his white clothes were daubed with red.
"Mushisimas gracias, Señor," says he, "me alegro mucho de ver a usted."
"Don't mention it," says I. "I understand a little Spanish, but I speak English. I wouldn't have cut in if they hadn't played it crooked on you—here's your boy, not damaged much, if you want to have it out."
"I spike Anglish veree splendidlee," says he, "I th-thank ju. Eef you weel so kindly han' me dthat man, I keel heem."
"Holy Christmas!" says I—he asked as cool as he would a light for his cigar—"What do you mean? Just stick him?"
"Certamente," says he, "he ees no good."