"You do not know him, and yet offer one thousand piastres for his death? Nonsense!"
"It is so."
"But you must have a reason. Caray, a man is not killed as one twists a fowl's neck. I know that, bandit though I am."
"You said it just now. He is in my way."
"That is different," the adventurer replied, convinced by this peremptory reason.
"Listen to me attentively, and engrave my words on your mind."
"Go on, señor. I will not lose a word."
"In two or three days the majordomo will leave for Hermosillo, carrying bills to a considerable amount."
"Good," the bandit said, rubbing his hands gleefully; "I will kill him as he passes, and take possession of the bills."
"No, you will let him go on in peace, and you will kill him on his return, when he has cashed the bills."