“Who told you he had horses here?”
“Some people in the poblacion.”
The man in authority called to one of the other men:
“Antonio!”
“Si, señor.”
“Here a moment.”
Sard heard the man go across to the officer. They talked together in a low tone for a minute: Sard could not hear what they said. Presently the officer called again:
“You, brother: turn round.”
Sard turned about into the light of the flare, to find himself covered by half-a-dozen revolvers.
“Do you know him, any of you?” the officer asked.