Mike, y-yer better do something fer yer eyes if yer wanter see well 'nough ter take a pot-shot at Farnham's gang." The two discomfited combatants slouched off unwillingly enough, but the slender white fingers of the Mexican remained clasping the speaker's arm, her upturned face filled with undisguised enthusiasm.

Brown, after pretending to watch the fighters disappear, glanced uneasily down into her wondrous dark eyes, shuffling his feet awkwardly, his appearance that of a bashful boy.

Mercedes laughed out of the depths of a heart apparently untroubled.
"My, but eet vas so ver' big, senor.

See! I cannot make de fingers to go round--no, no.

I nevah see such arm--nevah.