I could read the working of his mind in his face.

This was a new view of the situation, a new vision.

It appealed to him from every standpoint--it promised wealth, power, the total defeat of Estevan; everything he most desired.

And as I pictured it, the result seemed easy of attainment.

His eyes gleamed lightning.
"You think Senor Sanchez live ?" "What difference?
If he lives he owes his life to us.