"One can die but once," he pointed out, and emphasized his meaning by a swift glance at Jack, moodily nibbling the edge of a corn cake.

"But if the horse does not please the senor--" Dade caught his meaning and laughed a little over it.

"The horse," he said, "belongs to the Committee; my friend does not." "Si, Senor--but surely that is true.

Only--" he stroked his crisp beard thoughtfully--"the senors would better go to-morrow to the patron.

There the gringos dare not come.