“Not one word I ever heard from that dying man against you, señor, shall ever pass my lips, at least as long as you don’t forget.”
“Then that will be all right. I will call in the Señor Otega, and you are to have a glass of wine with me.”
“Thanks, but I do not often drink; the Señor Otega never does, and you must excuse us. But you will send over after the bodies, for we shall leave camp to-night.”
“Yes, I will return with you, with two of my men, and take them in charge.”
Señor Otega was again surprised when the alcalde and the scout came out together, and as Texas Jack saw them approaching he and his comrades hastened back to camp.
The alcalde had two men and a wagon to follow him, and the bodies of the three robbers were taken back into the settlement, where there was already plenty more work for the landlord in his magisterial capacity, there having been a riot in the Fandango Hall, and half a score of men lay around dead, while many more were wounded.
“Those three dead from our camp will fit in with the ones slain at the fandango,” said Señor Otega, as he rode with Buffalo Bill as they started on their homeward trail just before dawn.
“Oh, yes, the alcalde will fix things up all right, and I have Blue Jacket Bob’s acquittal paper here,” replied Buffalo Bill.
“And, señor, how did you manage it?”
“Easy enough.”