Frank knew enough of Mexicans to be aware of the fact that they were exceedingly treacherous and hung together famously.
For aught he knew Casnova was hand in glove with the bandit, and feeling that this was possible Frank’s sensations can well be imagined.
He wished himself far from the spot at that moment.
Indeed, he had already begun to count the chances of reaching the Steam Man alive in case he should make a break.
Casnova’s eyes were upon him intently all the while.
The villain seemed to read his purpose like a printed book.
“You will stop some days with us, Senor Reade,” said the ranchero, smoothly. “You will find that a Mexican knows something of the art of entertaining.”
“I am well aware of that now,” replied Frank. “I will consult with my companions, and if they-—-”
But Casnova made a gesture of impatience.
“Senor need not do that,” he exclaimed; “they are but peons. The senor is assuredly his own master.”