"If you are killed—?"
"I shall be killed."
"When you are dead it must not even be found on you."
"I will swallow it."
"The Indians will not think of ripping you up."
"All right."
"Be off."
"Only give me time to saddle my horse."
"Good-bye, Patito, and luck be with you." Pedrito left the gaucho, who speedily started.
"It is now my turn," the bombero muttered; "how am I to reach Doña Concha?"