After the body of the dead outlaw had been decently buried down in the ranch graveyard, Texas Jack motioned to the chief of scouts, and the two walked apart together.
“You heard his strange story?”
“Yes, Jack.”
“And who the leader of these secret foes is?”
“Yes, he is known as El Diabolo, the Cowboy King, is feared by everybody, and is the chief of cowboys on the ranch of the girl hermit.”
“And you will act upon the information he gave us, Bill?”
“Of course, but not too hastily, as I wish to make a clean sweep of all the guilty ones, and have none of the innocent suffer.”
“You are wise in that; but if you could trust your friend, Señor Otega, he might help greatly.”
“Yes, but I’ll know just who to trust before I make a move. I shall make a visit to Silver Lake City and see how matters are there, for I wish to see the priest, and also have a talk with Riel, the innkeeper. In fact, I expect to go on a still hunt and be much away, so you take full control here, and at the right time we will act and make no mistake.”