"Did he come for me," he asked, advancing warily into the firelight, "that capitan?"
"Yes," answered Bud, "and for me, too. But you must have known him before, Amigo—he seems to be afraid of you."
A smile of satisfaction passed over the swarthy face of the Indian at this, and then the lines became grim again. His eyes glowed with the light of some great purpose, and for the first time since he had been with Bud he drew aside the veil from his past.
"Yes," he said, nodding significantly, "the rural is afraid. He knows I have come to kill him."
He squatted by the fire and poured out a cup of coffee, still brooding over his thoughts—then, with a swift gesture, he laid open his shirt and pointed to a scar along the ribs.
"He shot me there," he said.
"And so you have come to kill him?"
"Yes," answered Amigo; "but not now. Tomorrow I go to my people—I must take them my money first."
"Have you got a wife?" asked Hooker, forgetting for once his accustomed reserve.
"No," grumbled Amigo, shaking his head sadly, "no wife."