I'm going to have Diego give him a bath, soon as the sun gets hot enough.

I've got a color scheme that will make these natives bug their eyes out! And Surry's got to be considerably whiter than snow--" "Huh!" Dade was watching him closely while he listened.

For all Jack's exuberance of speech, there was the hard look in his eyes still; and there was a line between his eyebrows which Dade had never noticed there before, except as a temporary symptom of anger.

He had, Dade remembered, failed to make any statement of his intentions toward Jose; which was not like Jack, who was prone to speak impulsively and bluntly his mind.
Also, it occurred to Dade that he had not once mentioned Teresita, although, before the rodeo his talk had been colored with references to the girl.
"Oh, how's the senorita, by the way ?" Dade asked deliberately.
"All right," returned Jack promptly, with a rising inflection, "Are you going to get up, or shall I haul you out by the heels ?" Dade, observing an evasion of that subject also, did some hard thinking while he obediently pulled on his clothes.

But he said not a word more about the duel, or Jose's love-tragedy, or Teresita.
Since the first flush of dawn the dismal squeal of wooden-wheeled ox-carts had hushed the bird songs all up and down El Camino Real, and the popping of the drivers' lashes, which punctuated their objurgations to the shambling oxen, told eloquently of haste.