The wolf would not be appeased by this sop.
He demanded blood.
It had been too grievous an insult to be forgiven, and besides, what business has any self-respecting Spaniard to forgive anyhow?
So Julio set out for war.
When any man on earth seeks a disturbance, and selects an American citizen for the object of his assault, he usually gets all he desires, and very frequently good measure, pressed down and running over.
So Julio, the pet dancer and one time idol of the San Juan bull ring, brushing his female companion aside almost rudely, flung himself upon the stranger with the ferocity of a panther, doubtless resolved to make him pay for his audacity with his life.
CHAPTER XIX.
BY WAY OF THE BALCONY.
Julio had doubtless made other calculations during his life, only to find them turn out Dead Sea fruit.