"Caramba! What is this?" The old man flung himself from the saddle and came running. "You are injured?"
Pedro, too, bent over the officer, his brown face pale with apprehension. "Mother of God!" breathed the latter. "It was a wild thing to do, to ride alone—-"
"I'm all right," Law said, rising stiffly, whereupon both Mexicans voiced their relief.
"The saints be praised!"
"Si! What happened? There was a shot! Did you see nothing?"
Law jerked his head in the direction of the fallen man at his back, and
Pedro uttered a loud cry.
"Look!" Father and son ran through the grass, then recoiled and broke into a jargon of oaths and exclamations.
Law followed them with his eyes. "Is he dead?" he inquired, coldly.
"God! Yes."
"Right in the mouth! The fellow was in hell before he realized it."