"His message must indeed be urgent to warrant such haste! You would do well to ride back as hastily as you came; for truly a blind man could see that the senorita has not the smallest desire for your presence.

As for me--" As for him, he smiled a sneer and a threat together.
Jack looked to the girl for a rebuke of the man's insult; but Teresita's head was drooped and tilted sidewise while she made shift to braid her hair, and if she heard she surely did not seem to heed.
"As for you, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to mind your own business," Jack retorted bluntly.

"The senorita doesn't need any interpreter.

The senorita is perfectly well-qualified to speak for herself.

She knows--" "The senorita knows whom she can trust--and it is not a low dog of a gringo, who would be rotting now with a neck stretched by the hangman's rope, if he had but received his deserts; murderer of five men in one day, men of his own race at that! Gambler! loafer--" At the press of silver rowels against his sides, Surry lunged forward.
But Teresita's horse sidled suddenly between the two men.
"Senor Jack, we will go now, if this wicked caballo of mine will consent to do his running towards home.