"Of course!"
"Por los Clavos de Cristo! we can't leave you out!"
The American produced a pencil and notebook.
"And now," he said, "to arrange the details. There will be horses needed, and provisions and guides and—"
"It will be mules in the mountains," said one bullfighter.
"Manchegan ponies are cheap," said another.
"We will need Mausers and revolvers, too," said a third. "We cannot conduct a man-hunt without weapons."
"But how will we finance the expedition?" asked the practical Frenchman. "Myself, I have not a franc, what you call a peseta. And I have no means of replenishing my rifled pockets!"
"Ah, then, it is for me to finance the expedition!" cried the matador, Morales. "I will telegraph to Seville when we get off at the next stop, and so much money will be sent me by Don Arturo, my manager, that you will be surprised, astounded! It is just that I should do this—I and my bullfighters make up the bulk of this troop; I am the most rich of you all."
"I don't know about that," said the American dryly. "Please allow me to go halves with you."