"What ails you?
Am I not paying you ?" "But two of us--and I am one of them--do not like to be seen," rejoined the speaker at the fire.

"The troops hunt us.

There is a price on our heads." "Bandits!" muttered Tom Reade, under his breath, as he drew back.
"I have heard that Mexico is overrun with bandits.

These gentlemen are some of the fraternity." "Take us up to the house, Gato," urged one of the men at the fire.
"We shall know how to enter and find your friends.

Everyone sleeps there.