I'm sure it can't.

Look here, you fellow, there is the sun setting there"-- and he pointed to it--"Gibraltar must lie somewhere over there, and that's the way we mean to go." The Spaniard looked surly, then he pointed to the road ahead, and indicated that it bent round the next spur of the hill, and made a detour in the direction in which Hawtry indicated that Gibraltar must lie.
"What on earth shall we do, Jack?
If this fellow means mischief, we are in an awkward fix.

I don't suppose he intends to attack us, because we with our dirks would be a match for him with that long knife of his.

But if he means anything, he has probably got some other fellows with him." "Then hadn't we better go in for him at once," Jack said, "before he gets any one to help him ?" Hawtry laughed.
"We can hardly jump off our mules and attack him without any specific reason.

We might get the worst of it, and even if we didn't how should we get back again, and how should we account for having killed our mule-driver?
No.