An examination of the fallen animal revealed the fact that while the leg was not splintered, it was so badly injured that the animal was quite useless.
"Have you far to go, Señors?" queried the mountebank.
"Only as far as the Rosario viejo for the present," answered Adrian. "After that——"
"After that," interrupted Billie, "we may not want to go anywhere."
The mountebank looked at Billie questioningly.
"That's what I mean," reiterated Billie. "We are going there to capture a band of cutthroats, but we may have a fight."
The man made a grimace, which was intended for a smile.
"I understand. Can I be of any service?"
Donald eyed him suspiciously.
"What do you think?" he asked.