He thought you was another bunch--and so did I.Mary, she put inside after Jemimy and the twins.
"Know anything about them greasers?
I see yuh got a sample along.

T' other crowd was headed by a slim feller all tricked up in velvet and silver braid and red sash; called himself Don Jose Pacheco, and claimed to own all Ameriky from the ocean over there, back to the Allegheny Mountains, near as I could make out.

I don't talk that kinda talk much; but I been thinkin' mebby I better get m' tongue split, so I can.

Might come handy, some time; only Tige, he hates the sound of it like he hates porkypines--or badgers.
"Mary and me and Tige laid up in Los Angeles fer a spell, resting the cattle.

All greasers, down there--and fleas--and take the two t'gether, they jest about wore out the hull kit and b'ilin' of us.
"What's pesterin' the ole feller?
Pears like he's gittin' his tongue twisted up ready to talk--if they call it talkin'." "What is the hombre saying?
--" asked the don at that moment, seeing the glance and sensing that at last his presence was noticed.
Dade grinned and winked at Jack, who, by the way, was neither looking nor listening; for Teresita was once more tenderly ridiculing his star-incrusted saddle and so claimed his whole attention.
"He says Jose Pacheco and some others came and ordered him off.