In this poor hut the senors may not be safe--for we are but three poor vaqueros when all are here.
We will do our best--" "Three vaqueros," declared Dade with fine diplomacy, "as brave as the three who live here, would equal twenty of the Committee.

But we will not let it come to that." Manuel took the flattery with a glimpse of white teeth and a deprecatory wave of the hand, and himself qualified it modestly afterward.
"With the knife--perhaps.

But the gringos have guns which speak fast.
Still, we would do our best--" "Say, if he's going back to town to-morrow," spake Jack suddenly, from where he reclined in the shadow "why can't I write a note to Bill Wilson and have him send down my guns?
The Captain took them away, you know; but he won't object to giving them back now!" His voice was bitter.
"The rest of them might.

You seem to think that when you killed Perkins you wiped out the whole delegation--which you didn't.

What was the row about; if you don't mind telling me ?" "I thought you knew," said Jack quite sincerely, which proved more than anything how absorbed he was in his own part in the affair.