“Pacheco! He’s come!” they all shouted at once when they saw him.
“Who?”
“Quentin. Here’s the pocketbook.”
“Did you let him go without following him?” asked the man, fearing a trick.
“Ca!” replied El Cuervo. “He’s upstairs. He said not to open the pocketbook until he was with you.”
“All right,” and Pacheco turned pale. “Tell him I am here.”
Pacheco knew from his brother what kind of a man Quentin was, and it irked him. He expected a surprise, and prepared himself accordingly.
El Cuervo went up to the room where he had left Quentin, and called several times:
“Don Quentin! Don Quentin!”
No one answered.