"I'm the one for you to marry, Angy, and you know it!" He had faith in
himself at last--she couldn't stop him now.
"No!" Angela contradicted.
"Aw, come on!" poor "Red" begged.
But she stamped her foot again. "No--no--_no_!"
"Say you will!" "Red" pleaded, almost distracted.
But Angela was adamant. "I won't--I won't listen to you another minute!"
She turned her back on him, blushing to the roots of her hair.
Lopez had been highly amused at the girl's pique and "Red's" honest
interest in her. He came to his assistance. "We shall be patient. She is
mad. And mad lady sink not wiz ze 'ead, but only wiz ze tongue." He faced
the pouting Angela. "Senorita, leesten to me. 'Ow old are you?"
"None of your business!" was the instant answer.
"Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?" Lopez pressed, smiling.
"Certainly not! I'm only twenty!" She was swift with the denial.
"Ah! I sought so," said Lopez, much pleased.
"What?" Angela said, not understanding him.
"In Mexico you would now be married five years--" the bandit explained.
"What?" screamed Angela.
"An' have six children."
"Oh!" The very thought made Angela ill.
"You are not pretty--none too pretty!" Lopez said.
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