Along with his paper cigar-r-ro!
“Caramba!” said he.
“Manana you will be
Muchù bueno carne por mio”
He turned his head and looked up at her suddenly, searchingly. “Is there anybody else in Bill's way?” he demanded. “I admit it's none of my business, but———-”
“Yes, Caliph, there is some one else.”
“I thought so.” This rather viciously. “I'm willing to gamble a hundred to one, sight unseen, that whoever he is, he isn't half the man Bill is.”
“That,” she replied coldly, “is a matter of personal opinion.”
“And Bill's clock is fixed for keeps?'
“Yes, Caliph. And he never had a chance from the start.”