"Tucked in his little warm bed with a warmer hide, I guess. The old man caught us in the very act of horse stealin'. Holy smoke, but he did cuss. I ain't got no pride in Yankee cussin' left."
"What did Rafael tell him?" interrupted Roldan, eagerly.
"He told him as how he had made up his mind to go home with you for a little paseo—"
"Did he say nothing about the priest?"
"Nothin'. Never opened his head about the priest—"
"When I'm governor I'll reward him," said Roldan, warmly.
"When you're President of the United States you might make him Secretary of State—"
"But the horses? the horses?"
"They're tethered just over the mountain. I suspicioned the priest might be here, seein' as you were expectin' him, more or less."
"Did Don Tiburcio say about me—us—what you told the priest?"