"Hum!" Valentine muttered to himself, "the scoundrel is well named. I never saw such a hangdog face as his before."
"What did Mixcoatzin want in my camp?"
"Does not the Yori know?" the Indian said imperturbably. "Mixcoatzin is a chief among the Yaquis."
"You wished to steal my cattle, I suppose?"
"The Yaquis are not robbers; all that is on their land belongs to them. The palefaces need only return to their home on the other side of the great salt lake."
"If I condemn you to death what will you say?"
"Nothing; it is the law of war. The paleface will see how a Yaqui chief endures pain."
"You allow, then, that you deserve death?"
"No; the paleface is the stronger—he is the master."
"If I let you go what will you think?"