"He was thrown——"
She stopped him with a gesture.
"I don't want to know that again. Tell me what is in the air; what is planned for Señor Gordon; what Pedro has to do with it? Tell me, or leave me to know my people no longer love me."
The boy shook his head and let his eyes fall before her clear gaze.
"I can tell nothing."
"Look at me, Juan," she commanded, and waited till he obeyed. "Pedro it was that shot at this man Gordon. Is it not so?"
His eyes grew wide.
"Some one has told?" he said questioningly.
"No matter. It was he. Yesterday the American saved his life. Surely Pedro does not still——"
She did not finish in words, but her eyes chiseled into his stolid will to keep silent.