"Mebbe so. Much dangerous to stay long. First chance we best go quick. Your friend they watch her?"
"Yes, they are guarding her now."
"She run quick she git chance."
"She'll have no chance."
The redskin surveyed Del Norte curiously.
"You want marry gal?" he asked.
"I have sworn to make her my wife."
"No good! She no do it. You waste time. You fix um your enemy, better leave her, git out fast. Canada up there. You reach Canada, have chance to git 'way."
"Even with the gringo dead, my triumph would not be complete if she escaped me. I will take her to Mexico."
"Where Mexico?" asked the Indian. "No hear of it any before."