He added something in Spanish that the Americans did not catch, although they were now learning a bit of the vernacular. Almost immediately a wretched-looking half-breed woman, very dirty and unintelligent of feature, shuffled into view.
"She the keeper of this hotel," said the yellow-eyed man, grinning again at Janice and Marty.
The girl held back. These people were not like the Mexicans they had before met. She was intuitively afraid of them.
"You want bed? You want eat?" demanded the woman gruffly.
"Yes," said Marty.
"You got money?"
"Of course," the boy said loftily.
But Janice was tugging at his sleeve, whispering:
"Perhaps we can go somewhere else. Some better place."