"Where is the Mexican ?" "Dead!" was the startling and unexpected reply.
"You quarreled, then ?" asked Nestor.
"He fell over a cliff," was the reply.

"I tried to save him, but he drew me over with him.

I broke my leg and he broke his neck.

Give me the flask!" The request was complied with, and the fellow drank thirstily, the strong liquor slipping down his throat like water.

He passed the flask back and closed his eyes.