human
Juan Cateras, the little devil, muttered Sikes, as the rider drew nearer.
gpt
There's some pot brewing if he is in it.
human
A pleasant day, _señor_, he said graciously, his dark eyes searching the faces of the two men, and then dwelling with interest on the woman.
gpt
Ah, your pardon, _señorita_; your presence is more than welcome here. He rested one hand on the wagon box, the expression of his face hardening.
human
Yet an explanation might not be out of place--the Señor Mendez may not be pleased.
gpt
We came under orders from Lacy, replied Moore confidently.
human
You have seen us both before.
gpt
True, but not the lady; you will tell me about her?
human
It is like this, _señor_, he began.
gpt
Lacy did not know your party was here; he thought you were all south for another month yet. He would keep this girl quiet, out of the way for a time. She is from New York, and knows too much.
human
From New York? The quick eyes of the Mexican again sought her face.
gpt
She is to be held prisoner?
human
Yes, _señor_.
gpt
Again the case of that man Cavendish?
human
We were not told, only ordered to bring her here and guard her until we heard otherwise. It was not known you were back.
gpt
We came three hours ago; you see what we brought, with a wave of the hand.
human
All was clear above?
gpt
Not a sign; I searched with field-glasses.
human
Then I will ride with you to Mendez; 'tis well to have the matter promptly over with.