The men bowed their heads.
"Will you execute all my orders, however incomprehensible, with promptitude and accuracy?"
"We swear so, master."
"Good! One word more; attach to yourselves as many vaqueros as you can; strive to gather together a body of men to be depended on. Do this without exciting suspicion; she never sleeps with both eyes closed. Stay! I remember! Put no faith in the verado; he is a traitor—a spy upon me, in the service of the Tigercat."
"Shall we kill him?" coolly asked Carlocho.
"It might be, prudent; only rid yourselves of him quietly."
The two vaqueros looked at each other furtively.
Don Fernando seemed not to remark what happened.
"Do you want money?" he asked.
"No, master; we have still some."