Why, me an' him's just like brudders."
"You like this gringo?" asked Pesita.
"You bet," cried Billy.
Pesita thought for several minutes. In his mind was a
scheme which required the help of just such an individual as
this stranger--someone who was utterly unknown in the surrounding
country and whose presence in a town could not by
any stretch of the imagination be connected in any way with
the bandit, Pesita.
"I tell you," he said. "I let your friend go. I send him under
safe escort to El Orobo Rancho. Maybe he help us there after
a while. If you stay I let him go. Otherwise I shoot you both
with Miguel."
"Wot you got it in for Mig fer?" asked Billy. "He's a
harmless sort o' guy."
"He Villista. Villista with gringos run Mexico--gringos and
the church. Just like Huerta would have done it if they'd given
him a chance, only Huerta more for church than for gringos."
"Aw, let the poor boob go," urged Billy, "an' I'll come
along wit you. Why he's got a wife an' kids--you wouldn't
want to leave them without no one to look after them in this
God-forsaken country!"
Pesita grinned indulgently.
"Very well, Senor Captain," he said, bowing low. "I let
Miguel and your honorable friend go. I send safe escort with
them.
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