Perez, the son of a famous Bolivian brigand, and they call him the Lion of Montevideo."
"He looks more like a yellow dog," said the Honorable John Ruffin in a dispassionate tone, surveying him coldly.
The South American twisted his fierce mustache, scowled fiercely at the Honorable John Ruffin, and again turned his passionate gaze on the Esmeralda.
"He was an awful nuisance out there," she said, frowning. "He must have been dreadfully spoiled when he was young."
"He'll get dreadfully spoiled, now that he's old, if he goes on staring like that," said the Honorable John Ruffin grimly, "though it would need painstaking work to spoil a face like that."
"Oh, no, no! You must leave him alone—you must, really," said the Esmeralda. "He's really very dangerous. The people out there were terrified of him. They said he would stick at nothing."
"A chip of the old brigand block, eh?" said the Honorable John Ruffin calmly. "But we must remember that the Lion of Montevideo is the Lamb of Piccadilly."
