The bullet had been extracted from the shoulder, a drink of brandy was given the wounded man, and as soon as he was made comfortable he said:
“There lies poor Dick over there, chief.”
“How was it, Bob?”
“You see that man lying yonder?”
“Yes.”
“He was one of the cowboy king’s men.”
“Yes, I remember him, and next in authority to him,” said Señor Otega.
“I guess he was; there is his horse hitched where he left him. He came to our camp with two men. One said to us that they had brought a friend of theirs over who wanted to know us, and he had some fine liquor and cigars, and wished us to join him. I said that we did not drink, but would smoke with them, and asked them to be seated.
“We all sat down here, and were talking when he called out suddenly: ‘Now!’
“The three men, with that, at once drew their revolvers and turned them on us.