But I'll do it for that." Coronado walked away, hurried up his muleteers, exchanged a word with Mrs.
Stanley, and finally returned to Thurstane.

His thin, dry, dusky fingers trembled a little, but he looked his man steadily in the face, while he tendered him another cigarito.
"Who is your hunter ?" asked the officer.

"I must say he is a devilish bad-looking fellow." "He is one of the best hunters Garcia ever had," replied the Mexican.

"He is one of your own people.

You ought to like him." Further journeying brought with it topographical adventures.