They might quarrel.

The habit of carrying arms, Manuel," added Lee, as Falkner took a pistol and bowie-knife from the half-breed, "is of itself provocative of violence, and inconsistent with a bucolic and pastoral life." When Falkner returned he said hurriedly to his companion, "Do you think it wise, George, to let those hell-hounds loose?
Good God! I could scarcely let my grip of his throat go, when I thought of what they were hunting." "My dear Ned," said Lee, luxuriously ensconcing himself under the bedclothes again with a slight shiver of delicious warmth, "I must warn you against allowing the natural pride of a higher walk to prejudice you against the general level of our profession.

Indeed, I was quite struck with the justice of Manuel's protest that I was interfering with certain rude processes of his own towards results aimed at by others." "George!" interrupted Falkner, almost savagely.
"Well.

I admit it's getting rather late in the evening for pure philosophical inquiry, and you are tired.

Practically, then, it WAS wise to let them get away before they discovered two things.