human
Some tin soldier, he said sneeringly,
gpt
You heard what he said?
human
Sure; he was tellin' yer 'bout old Mendez being a Mexican revolutionary leader down in Mex, wa'n't he? Hell of a leader he is! I reckon he's been mixed up in scrapes enough down thar, but they had mighty little to do with revolutin'. He's just plain bad man, miss--cattle thief, an' all round outlaw. There's a price on his head in three States, but nobody dares go after it, because of the dangerous gang he controls.
gpt
And this man--this Juan Cateras--what of him?
human
One of the devil's own imps; I'd a heap rather play with a rattlesnake than him. He paused, to assure him self that Sikes was safely out of hearing.
gpt
I thought maybe I better tell yer while I had a chance. That fellar is plumb pisen, miss.
human
Thank you, she said gratefully,
gpt
I--I am glad you did. Am--am I to be left here with these--these men?
human
No, not exactly. I suppose they'll naturally sorter expect to run things while they're here, fer this yere valley is their camp, Mendez has been hidin' out yere fer some time. But Joe and I are goin' to stay, and even old Mendez ain't liable to make no enemy outer Bill Lacy. They had a row wunst, an' I reckon they don't neither of 'em want another. I ain't greatly afeerd o' Mendez, but I wouldn't put nuthin' past this Cateras lad, if he got some hell idea in his head. He's Injun-Mex, an' that's the worst kind.