“It is, indeed, a pity, Señor Cody. But you recall that I told you the secret foes had spies on every ranch, or were suspected of having?”
“Yes, Señor Otega.”
“Well, these two were the spies, doubtless, on my ranch.”
“I see.”
“And the other man was a comrade of theirs, and hence a spy on the ranch of the fair hermit.”
“I guess you are right.”
“Now, what is to be done with these bodies, for poor Dick we will take with us for burial at the ranch?”
“It would be best if you ride over with me and report the affair to the alcalde.”
“Who is he?”