Tell you these army chaps is resky.
I never wanted to meddle with them kind o' close.

You know I said so.

I said so, fair an' square, I did." "You might manage it somehow, if you had the pluck." "Had the pluck!" repeated Texas Smith.

His sallow, haggard face turned dusky with rage, and his singularly black eyes flamed as if with hell-fire.

A Malay, crazed with opium and ready to run _amok_, could not present a more savage spectacle than this man did as he swayed in his saddle, grinding his teeth, clutching his rifle, and glaring at Coronado.
What chiefly infuriated him was that the insult should come from one whom he considered a "greaser," a man of inferior race.