Alaire explained to her guest: "José is worried about his cousin
Panfilo. It seems he has disappeared."
"So! You are Panfilo's cousin?" Dave eyed the Mexican with new interest.
"Si!"
"You remember the man?" Alaire went on. "He was with that fellow you arrested at the water-hole."
"Oh yes. I remember him." With steady fingers Dave shook some tobacco into a cigarette-paper. He felt Alaire's eyes upon him, and they were eloquent of inquiry, but he did not meet them.
José frowned. "No one at La Feria has seen him, and in Pueblo there was not a word. It is strange."
"Panfilo was in bad company when I saw him." Law finished rolling his cigarette and lit it, still conscious of Alaire's questioning gaze. "He may have had trouble."
"He was a good man," the horse-breaker asserted. "If he is dead—" The
Mexican's frown deepened to a scowl.
"What then?"
José significantly patted the gift revolver at his hip. "This little fellow will have something to say."