“Didn’t any o’ yer fellers speak ter me?”
“No—no.”
“Durned cur’ous. I heerd a whisper, sartin.”
“So did all of us,” said Sam.
Pedro spoke a trifle louder.
“Simpson, here I am—Pedro Felipe,” and he boldly emerged from the hill.
Astounded, the party started back, then leveled their guns, believing him immortal, his appearance was so sudden and unexpected. Pedro, seeing his danger, dropped prone to the earth. He was not too soon, for, staggered and alarmed, several fired at him; but his presence of mind saved his life.
Rushing rapidly to Simpson, he sprung behind his mustang to avoid being shot, as several guns were aimed at him.
“Simpson—have you forgotten me? I am your old friend, Pedro.”
The guide recognized him and sprung from his mustang. He was too old a hunter and guide to remain surprised for any length of time.