“Brace of hacks tire out racer,—won’t they, boy Pepe?”
“Chingara! So they will, Man’l.”
“Don’t want to try that game though—do the job easier; won’t we, boy Pepe?”
“I hope so, Man’l.”
“Cibolero in the cave sure—stays there—no better place for him. Won’t be caught sleeping,—troopers never follow him up the pass. Convenient to valley. Goes back and forward spite of spies. Tracks could lead nowhere else—sure in the cave, horse and all. When? that the trouble, boy Pepe.”
“Es verdad! if we knew when he was in, or when he was out, either.”
“Ay, knew that, no difficulty,—set our trap easy enough, boy Pepe.”
“He must surely be there in daytime?”
“Just been thinking—goes to the settlements—must be by night, that’s clear—goes there, boy Pepe, maybe not to rancho, somewhere near. Must go to meet Anton. Not like Anton meet him at cave—güero too sharp for that—goes out to meet Anton, sure!”
“Might we not track Anton?”