The Panther, crouching among the bushes, raised his finger slowly and pointed toward the fire.
Ned, who had moved to one side, followed the pointing finger and saw Urrea.

He was the dominant figure in a group of six or seven gathered about the flames.

He was no longer in any disguise, but wore an officer's gorgeous uniform of white and silver.

A splendid cocked hat was on his head, and a small gold hilted rapier swung by his side.
It may have been partly the effect of the night and the red flame, but the face of Urrea had upon Ned an effect much like that of Santa Anna.
It was dark and handsome, but full of evil.

And evil Ned knew Urrea to be.