“She’s gone after him.”
Bud laughed. “You bet she has. That gal’s got sense. She ain’t skeered o’ nothin’. Hope she’ll get him. Which way did he go, footback or horseback?”
“He got his horse from the stable and went off flying,” Alison told him. “I don’t believe you’d ever catch him now. You’d better stop and have some breakfast.”
“Can’t do it. We must try to catch up. Maybe we’ll come acrost Lou and she can tell us which way he went. We can strike his trail easy, I reckon, and kin spot him before night. We’ll stop on our way back and get you to identify him if we catch him. What did he look like?”
Alison glanced at Pedro. “He seemed very heavy when we lifted him in.”
Pedro grinned. “No so ’eavy. No larges mans,” he said.
“Oh, I think he was very heavy,” insisted Alison.
“Ole mans,” put in Pedro.
“Oh, no, not so old as you, Pedro; he didn’t look so.”
Pedro shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe is not. Pedro no is so ole. ’E ’ave no so many year as ’e ’ave a looks ole.”