"You'll get held up by the desert, and, if that don't finish you, they'll tangle you up in all those little mountains down there, and ambush you, and massacre you.

You know it damn well." "I don't give a -- " exploded Senor Johnson, "if they do.

No man can slap my face and not get a run for it." Jed Parker communed with himself.
"Senor," said he, at last, "it's no good; you can't do it.

You got to have a guide.

You wait three days and I'll get you one." "You can't do it," insisted the Senor.