“Yet you saw these this morning, you say?”
“Yes.”
“And at once decided that you would bring the news of what you had seen to Anselmo?”
“Not at all,” Hi said. “I’m not a spy. I happen to know that the Elenas in Anselmo have horses, and as they know friends of mine in Santa Barbara I hoped to borrow a horse to ride home on.”
The officer frowned.
“There’s something not quite right, somewhere,” he said, “I don’t see what brings you here. What friends have you in Santa Barbara?”
“Mr. Winter of Quezon. Mr. Weycock of the Sugar Company knows me.”
“English people?”
“Yes.”
“All right,” the officer said. “Stand easy.”