Leaving Old Mexico | Thomas

Those fellows mistook our meaning. We were just looking for a little tonic to see us down the road to home. All was well enough when Henry’s friendly parley with another table was not well received, and we were obliged to leave the cantina and Old Mexico with less dignity than when we entered.

I draw two conclusions from this; The senorita was that gents sister, and Henry’s Espanol is not as good as he led us to believe.