“I know it.”
“How can I find Mason?”
“That trail will lead to his home.”
“Ah! but I cannot hope to go up there with my Steam Horse.”
“Not?”
“No! Would you mind doing me a favor? Kindly ride up and ask Mason to come down here.”
The Mexican made a profound bow.
He laughed until one could see his white teeth beneath his dark mustache.
“Senor, I am glad to do your bidding!” he declared.
Then he touched the horse with the jangling spurs upon his heels, and the animal went out of sight in a twinkling in the narrow path.