"The greatest fighter we ever had was a colored chap."
"Ah!"
"His name was Gans--Joe Gans."
"You are still joking," said Miss Garavel. "In Baltimore I read
the newspapers about that Gans. He was a-box-fighter, what?"
"Exactly. But he never carried a Secretary."
Alfarez's countenance was sallow as he inquired:
"Does Senor Ant'ony discover our climate to be still agreeable?"
"Very. It hasn't grown too warm for me yet."
"We are but approaching our 'ot season." The speaker's eyes
snapped.
"Oh, I'll stand the heat all right, and the mosquitoes, too."
"Eh! Do not be too sure. The mosquito makes a leetle buzzing-but
it is well to take warning. If not, behol', some day you grow ver'
seeck."
Heretofore Kirk had hated Ramon in a careless, indifferent sort of
way, feeling that he owed him a good drubbing, which he would be
pleased to administer if ever a fitting time arrived. But now,
since he saw that the jackanapes had the audacity to love
Gertrudis, his feeling became intense. The girl, of course, was
fully alive to the situation, and, although she evidently enjoyed
it, she did her best to stand between the two men.
As for Alfarez, he was quick to feel the sudden fierce hostility
he had aroused, and it seemed to make him nervous.
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