"Si," was the quick answer.
Lopez rose. "Felipe Aguilaw becomes more hefficient hevery day. I shall make general of 'im yet. Bueno, we go."
"Red" had gone over and looked out of the window. Twilight had definitely come, and the sky was a great sheet of flame. Orange, pink, purple, and red, the clouds shifted over the face of the dying sun. A king going down to his death could not have passed in greater glory. While men and women fought their little battles, waged their puny quarrels, this stately miracle occurred once more. Unmindful of the grief of mortals, the day was about to pass into the arms of the waiting night.
"What's it all about?" "Red" asked, turning from the wonderful scene without to the frightened people within.
"It is ze ranger what chase me some more again," smiled Lopez. He seemed wholly unconcerned.
"Texas rangers after you?" asked "Red," startled.
"Si!" laughed Lopez.
"And you don't even get excited?"
"For why? It is not my habit. I give not a damn for any man." He snapped his fingers, as though at life itself.