"Suppose, though," Lopez observed, "we find her a safe shelter? I have an idea."
"Out with it."
"You remember the capataz of the Estancia de San Julian, what is his name?"
"Don Blas Salazar."
"The very man," Lopez continued; "I fancy we have saved his life and his master's ere now, and that both owe us a candle as thick as my arm in gratitude."
"Don Valentine and his capataz," Juan said, "would have yielded their skins to that demon of a Pincheira, who wished to flay them alive, had it not been for our rifles."
"That is our affair. Lopez is right."
"Don Valentino passes for a good-hearted man."
"He has, I think, a daughter whom he tenderly loves, and will understand the difficulty we are in."
"Yes," said Pepe, "but we cannot go to Carmen."