But after all, there was only one thing now that really interested him, and he straightway returned to it, leaving the Mexican to find the ranch and hire a team.

He was not afraid that the brother of Tomaso would fail him in that detail.

Thirty American dollars look big to a Mexican.
He knew when Tomaso's brother mounted and rode away in the direction of the ranch, and he knew when he returned.

But he failed to observe that the brother of Tomaso was gone long enough to have crawled there and back on his hands and knees, and that he returned in a much better humor than when he had left.
"The wagon and mules, it will come at daytime," was his brief report.

He crawled into his blankets and left Johnny perched up in the pilot's seat, planning and dreaming in the moonlight.