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"I believe," Parker stuck in, as Don Miguel ceased from his passionate denunciation, "that all this is leading quite naturally to a discussion of Japanese emigration." "I admit that the sight of Mr. Okada over in the corner of the patio, examining with interest the only sweet-lime tree in North America, inspired my outburst," Farrel answered smilingly.
He had been less than five minutes on his mission of vengeance, and when John Parker and his wife came out of the dining-room, the sight of the imperturbable old majordomo unconcernedly coiling his "twine" roused in them no apprehension as to the punishment that had overtaken Okada.
"I no unnerstan'. 'Scuse, please. You make one big mistake, yes, I zink so." "I do, indeed. I permit you to live, which I wouldn't do if I knew where to hide your body. Listen to me, Okada. You sent a countryman of yours from the La Questa valley over to the Rancho Palomar to kill Don Miguel Farrel.
My father's honor, the blood of my kinsman, and the blood of a faithful servant call for justice, however long delayed. Also, the honor of my state demands it now. I am prepared to make any sacrifice, even of my life, and grasp eagerly at all legal means to prevent your father putting through tins monstrous deal with Okada." She was troubled of soul.
He shuddered to think what the effect upon them would have been had they been present when Pablo made his spectacular entrance; he rejoiced at an opportunity to get himself in hand against the return of Kay and her mother to the ranch house. "That wretched Okada!" he groaned.
Don Mike's tones were exceedingly dry. Okada rose and bowed his squinch-owl bow. "I very sorry," he sputtered. "I zink that man Pablo one big liar. 'Scuse, please; I go." "If he hadn't called Pablo a liar," Don Mike murmured plaintively, "I should have permitted him to march out with the honors of war. As the matter stands now, however, I invite all of you to listen attentively.
I had comforted myself with the thought that he was safe under lock and key here, but, to my vast surprise, I met him in the bank at El Toro making futile efforts to withdraw his cash before I could attach the account. The confounded ingrate informs me that Mr. Okada turned him loose." There was no mistaking the disapproval in the glance which Parker turned upon Okada. "Is this true, Mr. Okada?"
They are not a dull people, and they know how to make that control yield rich dividends at the expense of the white race. That man Okada is called the 'potato baron' because presently he will actually control the potato crop of central California and that is where most of the potatoes of this state are raised. Which reminds me that I started to ask you a question about him.
He spoke in such a low tone I couldn't hear him." Parker, without hesitation, related to her, in the presence of Okada, the astonishing news which Loustalot had given him. "Good!" the lady declared, emphatically. "I hope that delightful Don Mike collects every penny." "Very poor business, I zink," Mr. Okada opined, thoughtfully.
Farrel, John. I think you might manage to indicate to Mr. Okada that now, Mr. Farrel having returned so unexpectedly, your land deal must necessarily be delayed for a year, and consequently, further negotiations at this time are impossible." "Yes; I think I had better give him a strong hint to go away. It irritates Farrel to have him in the house, although he'd never admit it to us."
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