"You have been caught in an ugly game, señors," said Ronie, whereupon both bowed, the spokesman saying:
"Do not shoot us, Señor Americano. If you will spare our lives, we will fight for you."
"A pretty mess you'd make of it. You were scouts for El Capitan?"
"Si, señor."
"You mistook us for Castro's soldiers?"
"Si, señor. We could not see very plain, and we thought you were only two."
"Which made your shooting more justifiable, I suppose. Seeing you are such poor marksmen, we will forgive you, providing you will answer my questions."
"Si, señor."
"Where is El Capitan?"
"At Morova."