"That's all right. That's what we came to talk to you about, Juan," said Bellew. He bent low and pushed his face almost into the Mexican's brown and sleepy countenance.
"Do you know me!" he grated out.
"Todos Santos! Caramba! It is the Senor Bellew!"
"Not so loud Juan. There may be somebody around who would recognize that name. It is enough that you know me."
"What do you wish with me, senor?"
The Mexican's voice shook. Evidently he feared this tall, good-looking, though dissolute, young Gringo.
"You are to escort a party of gringos headed by a Senor Bell as far as Steer Wells, are you not?"
"Si senor. As I said to-morrow before the rising of the sun must I be awake. I must saddle and pack, and—"
"All right. Never mind that. I have a little bit of work for you to perform, too. If you do it well you will be rewarded. If not—"
"If not senor—?"