Urrea flicked the mane of his mustang with a small whip and replied: "Our President and General, the illustrious Santa Anna, is extremely anxious to see him.

Secrets of state are not for me.

I merely seek to do my work." "Then you take this from me," said the Panther, a blunt frontiersman, "my comrades an' me ain't buyin' our lives at the price of nobody else's." "You feel that way about it, do you ?" "That's just the way we feel, and I want to say, too, that I wouldn't take the word of either you or your Santa Anna.

If we was to give up Mr.
Roylston--which we don't dream of doin'-- you'd be after us as hot an' strong as ever." Urrea's swarthy cheeks flushed again.
"I shall not notice your insults," he said.

"They are beneath me.