“Is he heeled?”
“No, sir; he’s got a knife. He’s been in the water.”
“He’ll be in again, for keeps, if he tries any monkey-tricks. Now, brother, answer me and no damned shinanniking. Are you alone?”
“Yes,” Sard said.
“Who are you?”
“A sailor.”
“What in hell are you doing here?”
“I’ve been on a sting-ray and came here to get a horse from Miguel.”
“What the hell do you know of Miguel?”
“I heard he had horses here.”