"To take a chance on getting a knife stuck in your back is another.

Those Mexicans--they don't love the man who crosses the river and makes of their bull-fights a plaything." "That's right; only I thought, you being a--" "Not a Mexican." Miguel's voice sharpened a trifle.

"My father was Spanish, yes.

My mother"-- his eyes flashed briefly at the faces of the gaping Happy Family--"my mother was born in Ireland." "And that sure makes a hard combination to beat," cried Andy heartily.
He looked at the others--at all, that is, save Pink and Irish, who had disappeared.

"Well, boys, I never thought I'd come home and find--" "Miguel Rapponi," supplied the Native Son quickly.