"Still, it seems a pity that my family must be made the subject of gossip because of the foolishness of two young men," he said doggedly, returning to his argument.

"They will say that it is because of my daughter that you fight; and the friendship of years must be set aside while two hot-heads vent their silly spite--" "It need not." Jack's head went up an inch.

"I can leave your employ, Don Andres, at any moment.

There is no need for you to be caught between the duties of hospitality and those of friendship.

I can do anything--I am willing to do anything--except crawl into a hole, as Dade wrote for me to do." A fine, spirited picture he made, standing there with the flames of wrath in his eyes and with neck stiff and his jaws set hard together.
Don Andres looked up at him with secret approval.