"He would have rolled you if you'd been a second later with that
_mangana_ yesterday."
"Well, I wasn't a second later," said Quartel. "Did you see that
_mangana_? Nobody else could have done it so close." He thumped his
barrel chest with a hairy fist. "I'm the best damn roper in the world,
Crawford. I can rope better and ride farther and drink more and cuss
dirtier than any _hombre_ from here to Mexico City. Now let's go. I got
a lot of cattle to clean out of that brush and I'm not wasting a man
here to guard you."
Jacinto had come through the covered dog-run from the kitchen in time
to hear Quartel. "The _señorita_ will not like that," he said.