"That will do."
"Shall I follow?"
"Where is your horse?"
"In a corral near the garita."
"It is too far, I have no time to wait; farewell, watch."
"I will watch."
And he lay down again at the foot of the cross.
The two horsemen resumed their journey.
"He is really going to the Palo Quemado," the adventurer muttered; "we shall find him there."
"That is probable," López said with the utmost coolness.