"I would only ask you a few questions."
"What questions?"
"Where is Señora Austin?"
José's face became blank. "I don't know."
"Oh yes, you do. She started for La Feria. But—did she get there? Or did Longorio have other plans for her? You'd better tell me the truth, for your general can't help you now." Dave did his best to read the Mexican's expression, but failed. "Señor Ed's death means nothing to me," he went on, "but I must know where his wife is, and I'm willing to pay, with your liberty." In spite of himself his anxiety was plain.
José exclaimed: "Ho! I understand. He was in your way and you're glad to be rid of him. Well, we have no business fighting with each other."
"Will you tell me—?"
"I'll tell you nothing, for I know nothing."
"Come! I must know."
José laughed insolently.