I no care for all your airs of fine lady." "I exceedingly regret you should feel so.

I certainly spoke in kindness and appreciation.

Would you permit me to pass ?" The angry young Mexican swept back her scarlet skirts as though in disdain, her white shoulders uplifted.

She did not know why she felt thus vindictive; to save her soul she could not have told the reason, yet deep down within her passionate heart there existed a hatred for this white, silent American, whose slightest word sounded to her like rebuke.

She stood there still, watching suspiciously, smouldering dislike burning in her black eyes, when Winston suddenly stepped from the concealing shadows with a word of unexpected greeting.