"Who are you, señor?" asked the man abruptly.
"I'm a feller that wants to see this Mr. Day," said Marty, grinning.
"And the señorita! the señorita!" shrilled Maria. "I tell you, Juan, thees ees a strange t'ing!" She went on in Spanish speaking eagerly to the man.
"Do you not know Señor B-Day was shot?" demanded the man, Juan, still addressing Marty.
"Yes! Yes!" cried Janice, clasping and unclasping her hands. "Is he seriously hurt? Oh! tell me."
Maria came closer to her. After all the ragged creature had not such a sinister face. It was her Yaqui blood that made her look so forbidding.
"Señorita! señorita!" she murmured, "you lofe that Señor B-Day, do you not?"
"He is my father!" burst out Janice desperately. "Tell me about him. Is he badly hurt? How can we get to him? Oh! I wish we might go to-night!"
"Madre di Dios!" ejaculated the woman, looking at the man again. "I knew eet, Juan."
"Well! tell it to us," growled Marty.