"You make me sick," said Pete in English. Flores caught the word "sick" and thought Pete was complaining of his physical condition.
"The señor is welcome to rest and get well. What is done is done, and cannot be mended. But when the señor would ride, I can find a horse—a good horse and not a very great price."
"I'm willin' to pay," said Pete, who thought that he had already pretty well paid for anything he might need.
"And a good saddle," continued Flores.
"I'm usin' my own rig," stated Pete.
"It is the saddle, there, that I would sell to the señor." The old Mexican gestured toward Pete's own saddle.
Pete was about to retort hastily when he reconsidered. The only way to meet trickery was with trickery. "All right," he said indifferently. "You'll sure get all that is comin' to you."