Such things annoyed him excessively; a breach of etiquette seemed something like a breach of orders; hadn't meant to charge Coronado with drawing the long bow; couldn't help coloring about it.

Didn't think much of Coronado, but stood somewhat in awe of him, as being four years older in time and a dozen years older in the ways of the world.
"I only meant to say," he continued, "that I have information concerning the Apaches which coincides with yours, sir.

They are quiet, at least for the present.

Indeed, I understand that Red Sleeve, or Manga Colorada, as you call him, is coming in with his band to make a treaty." "Admirable!" cried Coronado.

"Why not hire him to guarantee our safety?
Set a thief to catch a thief.