“Then what way, brother Man’l?”
“Dam! forgot bloodhound? Trail by night fast as ride—soon overtake güero.”
“But, brother Man’l, he’s not going to stop short of ten leagues from here! We can’t come up with him to-night, can we?”
“Fool again, boy Pepe! Stop within ten miles—stop because won’t think of bloodhound—won’t think can trail ’im—stop, sure. Dam! that dog played devil—thought he would—dam!”
“Malraya! he won’t trouble us any more.”
“Why think that, boy Pepe?”
“Why, brother Man’l! because I had my blade into him. He’ll not limp much farther, I warrant.”
“Dam! wish could think so—if could think so, give double onza. But for dog have güero now. But for dog, get güero before sun up. Stop soon—don’t suspect us yet—don’t suspect hound—stop, I say. By mighty God—sure!”
“How, brother Man’l? you think he’ll not go far off?”
“Sure of it. Güero not ride far—nowhere to go—soon trail ’im—find ’im asleep—crawl on ’im but for dog—crawl on ’im sure.”