"Yes! It is what you deserve."
"But you will not try it on me," declared Nick, confidently.
"Don't you be too sure of it."
"Oh, I'm sure enough of it."
"The law would never reach us—don't think that," cried Cervera, with a passionate sneer. "Caramba! we'd plant your miserable bones where they'd never be found. Don't think, you wretch, that we fear to do it."
"Yet I don't fear that you will."
"You don't?"
"Not I, Señora Cervera."
"How dare you utter my name with your foul mouth?" screamed the dancer, with a vicious display of scornful resentment. "Not kill you? I've a mind to order it done at once, you wretch! I hate such reptiles as you!"
Nick laughed.