I don't like the looks of things, myself." Dade's face was growing sober.
Valencia, on the ground, was helping Jack with Solano.

But he turned suddenly and cast an uneasy glance towards the quiet log hut.
"Senors, for these two who live here I am afraid! It is as I told you; that Manuel was speaking threats against the big senor, last night; and he had drunk much wine, so that he walked not steady.

And with Carlos and perhaps one or two others--of that I am not sure--he rode away soon after dark.

Dolt, that I did not tell thee at the time! But I was dancing much," he confessed, "and the fiesta dance makes drunken the feet, that they must dance--" "Well, tie up that mustang and never mind." Dade was walking aimlessly about, looking for something--what, he did not know.

"There's tracks all around, and--" he disappeared behind the cabin.
In a minute he was calling them, and his tone brought them on the run.
"Now, what do you make of that ?" he wanted to know, and pointed.
Two fresh mounds of earth, narrow, long--graves, if size and shape meant anything at all.