"I saw him. And I saw his horse at the Señor Meigs. It was the brown that bucks badly, so I cut the quarter straps of his saddle. It might be that we have luck; I do not count on it. But rest your mind easy, señor, it shall be arranged."
"It better be."
"But there is more, señor. The señor will remember a man who rode in races for him many years ago, one named Artie——"
"Brower!" broke in Hooper. "What about him?"
"He is in town. He arrived yesterday afternoon."
Hooper ejaculated something.
"And more, he is all day and all night with this Sanborn."
Hooper swore fluently in English.
"Look, Ramon!" he ordered, vehemently. "It is necessary to finish this Sanborn at once, without delay."
"Bueno, señor."