CHAPTER X
"_Buenos dias, Senor._" Carara bowed politely to Speed.
"Good-morning again," said Wally.
Turning to the trainer, Carara eyed him from top to toe, removed
his cigarette, and flipped the ashes daintily from it; then,
smiling disdainfully, said:
"_Buenos dias, Senor Fat!_"
Glass started. "You talkin' to me?"
"Yes." Carara leaned languidly against the wall, took a match
from his pocket, and dextrously struck it between the nails of
his thumb and finger. He breathed his lungs full of smoke and
exhaled it through his nose. "I would have spik to you biffore,
but the Senor Fat is"--he shrugged his shoulders--"frighten' so
bad he will not understan'. So--I come back."
"Who's scared?" said Glass, gruffly.
Carara turned his palm outward, in gentle apology.
"You been talk' a gret deal to my Senorita--to Mariedetta, eh?"
"Oh, the Cuban Queen!" Glass winked openly at Speed. "Sure! I
slip her a laugh now and then."
"She is not _Cubana_, she is _Mexicana_," said Carara,
politely.
"Well, what d'you think of that! I thought she was a Cuban.
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