"He was cussin' in Spanish, when I walked up to him--but he shut up when he seen me and got that peaceful look uh hisn on his face.
I wonder, by golly--" "Oh, shut up and go awn," Irish commanded bluntly, and looked at Pink.
"Did he call it off, then?
Or did you have to wade in--" "Naw; he was like this here Native Son--all front.

He could look sudden death, all right; he had black eyes like Mig-u-ell--but all a fellow had to do was go after him, and he'd back up so blamed quick--" Slim listened that far, saw that he had interrupted a tale evidently more interesting than anything he could say, and went off, muttering to himself..