"It is Concho, the imbecile," said Pedro, contemptuously.
"But if he should not be alone, or if he should waken ?" "I will watch and wait.

Go you and affix the notification." Wiles disappeared.

Pedro began to creep down the face of the rocky ledge, supporting himself by chemisal and brush-wood.
The next moment Pedro stood beside the unconscious man.

Then he looked cautiously around.

The figure of his companion was lost in the shadow of the rocks above; only a slight crackle of brush betrayed his whereabouts.