"Me, I fight always for my friends who are not present to fight for themselves.
Would not the Senor Allen fight this fool who flouts him so ?" "No!" Dade's eyes flicked the circle of faces upon which the firelight danced.

"If the Senor Allen were here, there would be no jeering." "And for that will I fight them all!" Valencia twisted his arm a little, in the hope that Dade would let go his wrist.

"Ah, Senor! Shall a man not be true to his friends ?" "Si, he shall be true, and he shall be sensible.

Is the Senor Jack a weakling, that he cannot fight for himself ?" "But he is not here! If he were--" The tone of him gloated over the picture of what would happen in that case.
"There shall be no fighting." If Dade's voice was quiet, it did not carry the impression of weakness, or indecision.

"Come to your own fire, Valencia.