“Luis, Senorita,” he replied; “Luis Mariel.”
“You said that you would help me, Luis, if you could. Do you remember?”
“I remember, Senorita.”
“You can, Luis. Ride after the—the Apache Devil and tell him that I want him to come back.”
“Gladly, Senorita.”
“Go,” she urged. “Hurry! Go now!”
Luis glanced behind him through the doorway into the other room and then back at Wichita.
“And leave you alone, at night, with all these dead men?” he exclaimed. “Santa Maria, Senorita! No, I cannot do that.”
“I am not afraid, Luis,” she said.
“S-s-st!” exclaimed Luis in a hoarse whisper. “What is that?”