In San Francisco they talk yet of that day when he fired three times from a galloping horse and killed three men.

Dios! That was pretty shooting.

I would have given much to see it.

There will be few men so bold now as to make war with that blue-eyed hombre; but Jose is a fool, when his will is crossed.

Me, I fight--yes, and love the heat of fighting in my blood; but I do not bellow threats before, as Jose has been doing.