"And that scrap in the alley--we sure had a hell of a time there for a few minutes, didn't we?
Are you that tall fellow who kicked that squint-eyed greaser in the stomach?
Muchos gracios, senor! They were piling on me three deep, right then, and I always believed they'd have got me, only for a tall vaquero I couldn't locate afterward." He smiled again that wonderful smile, which lighted the darkness of his eyes as with a flame, and murmured a sentence or two in Spanish.
"Did you get the spurs me and my friends sent you afterward ?" asked Andy eagerly.

"We heard about the Arizona boys giving you the saddle--and we raked high and low for them spurs.

And, by gracious, they were beauts, too--did yuh get 'em ?" "I wear them every day I ride," answered Miguel, a peculiar, caressing note in his voice.
"I didn't know--we heard you had disappeared off the earth.

Why--" Miguel laughed outright.

"To fight a bull with bare hands is one thing, amigo," he said.