“You are always talking too much,” he declared. “When will you learn better?”
As he stood behind the table, Ramon’s hand slipped down to his sash, where it touched the hilt of a knife, and the look on his face was far from pleasant.
“It’s me you always single out, Carlos!” he exclaimed. “Why do you never talk thus to the others?”
“Because it is you who make trouble. It is you I have been compelled to caution. What think you the chief would say should he hear you?”
“The chief!” cried Ramon. “Where is he? It is easy to make promises, Carlos. How know we that we are to receive all that is promised?”
“Have you not been satisfied in the past?”
“Not always,” was the bold retort. “I am not the only one; there are others here who have not been satisfied. It is time to speak plainly. When all danger is over——”
“It is already,” was the assertion.
“How so?”
“You know the three dogs who followed the trail have been trapped. They are secure, and never from this place will they go forth.”