"And El Rey?"
"El Rey will go with Andres, Señor," answered the thin voice.
"The muchachito will do as he chooses, Señor." The child was following close upon his father's steps.
"It is too far for him, Andres. Stay with me, El Rey."
The child looked wistfully up at Andres.
"Andres will carry El Rey. Perhaps we shall find Roseta at the place where Andres goes to shoot."
"I will carry him, Señor. His weight is nothing. Dear God! nothing!"
Andres swung the child up to his hip, where he sat astride, securely held by Andres's strong arm, and descended the veranda steps.
"Come and tell me when it is done," Silencio called after them.