"Yu must be that dear Manuel I've been hearin' so much about ?" A snarl was the only reply and Hopalong grinned.
"Yu shore ain't got no call to go loco that way, none whatever.

I don't want yore Carmencita.

I only called to say hulloo," responded Hopalong, his sympathies being aroused for the wounded man before him from his vivid recollection of the woman who had opened the door.
"Yah!" snarled Manuel.

"You wants to poison my little bird.

You with your fair hair and your cursed swagger!" The six-shooter tentatively expanded and stopped six inches from the Mexican's nose.