Truly, they say he can shoot with the best of them.

He boasts and swells himself, this Pedro! He says if all the old families were like him, they would drive those western swine back over the mountains again." Clarence raised his eyes, caught a subtle yellow flash from Incarnacion's, gazed at him suddenly, and rose.
"I don't think I have ever seen him," he said quietly.

"Thank you for bringing me the spur.

But keep the knowledge of it to yourself, good Nascio, for the present." Nascio nevertheless still lingered.

Perceiving which, Clarence handed him a cigarette and proceeded to light one himself.