"You don't have any opinion here, or anything like it," exclaimed Leandro. "You're going to clear out and shut up. Valencia's liver is whiter than paper; it's as Pastiri says. Brave enough when it comes to exploiting boobs like you and the other tramps and low lives,… but when he bucks up against a chap that's all there, hey? Bah! He's a white-livered wretch, that's what."
"True," assented all.
"And maybe we won't let him hear a few things," said the escaped convict, "if he has the nerve to return here for his share of the winnings."
"I should say!" exclaimed Pastiri.
"Very well, gentlemen, it's my treat now," said Leandro, "for I've got the money and I happen to feel like it." He fished out a couple of coins from his pocket and slapped them down on the table. "Lady, let's have something to drink."
"Right away."
"Manuel! Manuel!" shouted Leandro several times. "Where in thunder has that kid disappeared?"
Manuel, following the example of the bully, had made his escape by the back door.
CHAPTER IX
An Unlikely Tale—Manuel's Sisters—Life's Baffling Problems.