And there was another individual by his side, who had also hair upon his cheeks, though thinner and more straggling; while the speech passing between the two was not the guttural tongue of the Tenawa Comanches, but pure Mexican Spanish.
Both were on foot, having dismounted; he with the heavy beard leading, the other keeping after as if in attendance.
The former flitted from one to another of those who lay slain; in turn stooping over each corpse, and scrutinising it--to some giving but a cursory glance, to others more careful examination--then leaving each with an air of disappointment, and a corresponding exclamation.
At length, after going the complete round of the dead, he faced towards his satellite, saying,-- "_Por dios_! he don't appear to be among them! What can it mean?
There could be no doubt of his intention to accompany the caravan.

Here it is, and here we are; but where is he?
_Carajo_! If he has escaped me, I shall feel as if I'd had all this trouble for nothing." "Think of the precious plunder," rejoined the other.

"These grand _carretas_ are loaded with rich goods.

Surely they don't count for nothing." "A fig for the goods! I'd give more for his scalp than all the silks and satins that were ever carried to Santa Fe.

Not that I'd care to keep such a trifle.