human
Yes, José, and Westcott dropped on to a bench.
gpt
Anything wrong? You seem nervous.
human
No, _señor_. I expected you not to-night; there was a man there by the big tree at sunset.
gpt
You saw him?
human
Yes, but not his face, _señor_. He think me gone at first, but when I walk out on the edge of the cliff then he go--quick, like that. When the door creak I say maybe he come back.
gpt
One of the La Rosita gang likely. Don't fight them, José. Let them poke around inside if they want to; they won't find anything but rock. There is no better way to fool that bunch than let them investigate to their heart's content. Got a bite there for me?
human
All right then; I'm hungry and have a bit of work ahead. Put it on the table here, and sit down yourself, José.