“You lie!” Torres straightened up, seemingly sober and glared at Gonzales. “You lie, you ladron!”
Gonzales almost fell down in starting toward Torres, but Baldy blocked him.
“Hang on to yourself,” advised Baldy.
“Torres you set down, before I come over there and knock yuh down. Now”—he shook the massive Gonzales—“tell me about it. Let Torres alone, I tell yuh!”
“She is my woman,” declared Torres. “I brought her here. That pig of a contrabandista would steal her from me.”
“Thish is gettin’ good,” declared Kohler drunkenly, while the rest of his companions agreed that it was worth listening to.
“You brought her, eh?” grunted Baldy. “How about it, Gonzales?”
“I do not deny it. But he is not a man. This woman is fit to mate with a man, with me!”
“Egotist!” spat Lee Yung.
“Where is this woman?” demanded Baldy. “Who is she?”