“No. What for?”
“Remember there are people who might attack you. ‘Driveller’ Juan is at large in Castro.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“That bully can’t do anything to me.”
AT NIGHT
Cæsar went out of the tavern, pulled down his hat, and wrapped himself in his cape. He had not brought the motor, to avoid being recognized. It was a cloudy night, but still and beautiful.
Before they got out of the town a small boy came up to Cæsar.
“‘The Cub-Slut’ sent me to tell you to come to her house; she wants to speak to you.”