Waring touched the other's arm. "There will be no trouble, Juan. Only keep better track of your horses while I ride this part of the country."
"But—señor—"
"I've had business with you before. Two of your cayuses are astray down the Agua Fria. One of them is dragging a maguey lead-rope."
"Señor, it is impossible!"
"No, it isn't! I know your brand. See here, Juan. You knew that Vaca was trying to get away. You knew I'd be sent to get him. Why did you let him take two spare horses?"
"But, señor, I swear I did not!"
"All right. Then when Ramon rode in here two days ago and asked you for two horses, why didn't you refuse him? Why did you tell him you would sell them, but that you would not lend them to him?"
"If Ramon says that, he lies. I told Ramon—"
"Thanks. That's all I want to know. I don't care what you told Ramon. You let him take the horses. Now, I'm going to tell you something that will be worth more to you than gold. Don't try to rope any stock grazing round here to-night. I might wake up quick and make a mistake. Men look alike in the moonlight—and we'll have a moon."
"It shall be as the señor says. It is fate."