"No; but it does forbid your shipping them over the border," rejoined the captain.
"But I have not attempted to ship anything over the border."
"Nor will you, Guarez. I might continue my search, and unearth other rifles, or perhaps cartridges. But I know enough for my purpose, and I am through here."
Captain Foster turned and left the mow, followed by the owner of the place.
"Come, Mr. Overton," ordered the company commander, stepping to the side of his junior officer. The assembled Mexicans followed them with flashing eyes.
Out in the street Captain Foster espied an American cowboy in the near distance. Shouting, the captain attracted the attention of the man, who galloped up.
"Do you know where my men are encamped?" inquired Foster.
"Sure," nodded the cowboy.
"Will you do me the very great favor of taking a note to the officer in command at the camp?"
"Sure," nodded the cowboy, with the same brevity.