“Certainly. I suppose there’ll be a reward in the case, eh?”
“Don’t let that trouble you. Here’s the boy; don’t let him out of your sight and have him go with you wherever you go.”
“Very well.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing.”
“Good-bye, then, and good luck.”
“Good-bye.”
El Garro left the house; Manuel and Ortiz were left face to face.
“You’re not to leave my side until we capture El Bizco. Understand?” said the captain to Manuel.