Fancy 'im turnin' up! There'll be the deuce an' all to pay, now, wot between 'im an' Hozier an' the dashin' colonel." The horse, trying to nibble some grass at Carmela's feet, suddenly threw his head up, for the cruel South American bit had tightened under a jerk of the reins.
"Who is Mr.Hozier ?" asked the girl calmly.
"He is, or was, our second mate, but since the colonel an' 'e got to loggerheads 'e took an' raised a corps of scouts.

Some of our fellows joined, but not me.

Killin' other folks don't agree with me a little bit.

I don't mind a shine in a snug or a friendly scrap over an extry drink, but w'en it comes to them long knives----" "And the colonel--what is _his_ name ?" broke in Carmela, turning to loosen the surcingle.

She could control her voice but not her eyes, and she did not wish to startle this open-mouthed gossip.
"San Benavides, miss.