There was a slight scuffle, and the potato baron came hurtling through the door, propelled on the boot of the aged but exceedingly vigorous Pablo. Evidently the Jap had been taken by surprise. He rolled off the porch into a flower-bed, recovered himself, and flew at Pablo with the ferocity of a bulldog. To the credit of his race, be it said that it does not subscribe to the philosophy of turning the other cheek. But Pablo was a peon. From somewhere on his person, he produced a dirk and slashed vigorously. Okada evaded the blow, and gave ground. "_Quidado_!" Pablo roared, and charged; whereupon the potato baron, evidently impressed with the wisdom of the ancient adage that discretion is the better part of valor, fled before him. Pablo followed, opened the patio gate, and, with his long dirk, motioned the Jap to disappear through it. "The hired man, he don' sleep in the bed of the _gente_," he declared. "The barn is too good for one Jap. _Santa Maria_! For why I don' keel you, I don' know." "Pablo!" The majordomo turned. "Yes, mees lady." "Mr. Okada is our guest. I command you to leave him alone. Mr. Okada, I apologize to you for Pablo's impetuosity. He is not a servant of ours, but a retainer of the former owner. Pablo, will you please attend to your own business?" Kay was angry now, and Pablo realized it. "Don Mike's beesiness, she is my beesiness, too, senorita," he growled. "Yes; I zink so," Okada declared. "I zink I go 'nother room." "Murray will prepare one for you, Mr. Okada. I'm so sorry this has happened. Indeed I am!" Pablo hooted. "You sorry, mees? Wait until my Don Mike he's come home and find thees fellow in hees house." He closed the gate, returned to the room, and made a critical inspection of the apartment. Kay could see him wagging his grizzled head approvingly as she came to the door and looked in. "Where those fellow _El Mono_, he put my boss's clothes?" Pablo demanded. "'_El Mono_?' Whom do you mean, Pablo?" "_El Mono_--the monkey. He wear long tail to the coat; all the time he look like mebbeso somebody in the house she's goin' die pretty queeck." "Oh, you mean Murray, the butler." Pablo was too ludicrous, and Kay sat down on the edge of the porch and laughed until she wept. Then, as Pablo still stood truculently in the doorway, waiting an answer to his query, she called to Murray, who had rushed to the aid of the potato baron, and asked him if he had found any clothing in the room, and, if so, what he had done with it. "I spotted and pressed them all, Miss Kay, and hung them in the clothes-press of the room next door." "I go get," growled Pablo, and did so; whereupon the artful Murray took advantage of his absence to dart over to the royal chamber and remove the potato baron's effects.