“I prefer not to say. It is enough that I know it.”
“It is strange that you should have learned it,” said Frank, “but I will ask no more questions just now in the face of a terrible exigency.”
“Ah!”
“I want to ask your help.”
“My help?”
“Yes”
“Pardon, senor, but I cannot see in what manner I can serve you.”
“You must assist me. One of my men—a colored man—has fallen into the hands of the Indians. They have made him prisoner and have just escaped with him into these hills. I ask your assistance in effecting his rescue.”
A peculiar smile played about the cowboy’s lips.
“Is he not the one you call Pomp?” he asked.