There was no time to lose, and we both of us knew it.

Just as we were starting I heard a voice behind me calling "senor." Drawing the pistol from my pocket, I swung round to find myself confronted by a Mexican.
"No shoot, senor," he said in broken English, for this man had served upon an American ship, "Me driver, Antonio.

My mate go down there," and he pointed to the precipice; "he dead, me not hurt.

You run from bad men, me run too, for presently they come look.

Where you go ?" "To Mexico," I answered.
"No get Mexico, senor; bad men watch road and kill you with _machete_ so," and he made a sweep with his knife, adding "they not want you live tell soldiers." "Listen," said Emma.