"I think
mebbeso you tell theese Loustalot Don Miguel have come back.
_Car-ramba_! He is scared like hell. Queeck, like rabbeet, he run for
those automobile, but those automobile she have one leak in the wheel.
_Senor_, thees is the judgment of God. Myself, I theenk the speerit of
Don Miguel's father have put the nail where thees fellow can peeck heem
up. Well, when hee's nothing for do, hee's got for do sometheeng, eh?
_Mira_! If Don Miguel catch thees coyote on the Rancho Palomar, hee's
cut off hees tail like that"--and Pablo snapped his tobacco-stained
fingers. "Queeck! Hee's got for do something for make the vamose.
The Senorita Parker, she rides Panchito and holds the gray horse for
Don Miguel, who has gone for get the dogs. Thees animal, Loustalot,
hee's go crazy with the fear, so he grab thees gray horse from the
Senorita Parker and hee's ride away fast like the devil just when Don
Miguel arrive with the hounds. Then Don Miguel, hee's take Panchito
and go get thees man."
"But where are Don Miguel and Miss Parker now?"
"Mees Parker, she take the automobile; the senorita and Don Miguel go
to El Toro. Me, I come back with thees Basque for put heem in the
calaboose."
"But, Pablo, you cannot confine this man without a warrant."
Pablo, too polite to argue with a guest, merely bowed and smiled
deprecatingly.
"My boss, hee's tell me put thees fellow in the calaboose.
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