“Out!” he commanded.
For an instant the Indian seemed to flinch with fear; then courage returned to him, for he thought the man before him misunderstood.
“I am no hostile,” he said proudly. “I came to help protect the Señorita Anita. Ask her if I have offered harm.”
“Out!” came the command again.
“I am loyal. The hostiles will slay me!”
“Go out, I say!”
The man’s manner seemed to flash a warning to the neophyte. He turned swiftly and glanced at the señorita, and observed that she was clutching the poniard and staring at the man in horror.
“If the señorita commands—” the neophyte began.
“Will you go out, dog?”
“No—no, Pedro!” the girl implored. “This man——”