Andy shook hands all round, swore amiably at Weary, and advanced finally upon Miguel.
"You don't know me from Adam's off ox," he began genially, "but I know you, all right, all right.

I hollered my head off with the rest of 'em when you played merry hell in that bull-ring, last Christmas.

Also, I was part of your bodyguard when them greasers were trying to tickle you in the ribs with their knives in that dark alley.

Shake, old-timer! You done yourself proud, and I'm glad to know yuh!" Miguel, for the first time in two weeks, permitted himself the luxury of an expressive countenance.

He gave Andy Green one quick, grateful look--and a smile, the like of which made the Happy Family quiver inwardly with instinctive sympathy.
"So you were there, too, eh ?" Miguel exclaimed softly, and rose to greet him.