“Hello, Señor José!”
“I want to talk with you a moment.”
“What about?”
“About some horses I am ordered to buy, and as you know so much....”
“I’ll be right out.”
The house gate opened, the coachman drove his carriage inside, and in a few moments rejoined Pacheco.
He was a talkative and gay little man.
“Let’s go somewhere and have a little wine with our talk,” suggested the bandit. “You’ve got time?”
“I’m free until eleven-thirty.”
“It’s nine, now.”