"Juan, did you see two men get off the train at Bluewater yesterday
when we did? One of them had a big, broad sombrero like mine?" asked
Tad, riding up beside the guide next day while they were crossing the
range.

"Si."

"Know them?"

"Si," he replied, holding up one finger.

"You mean you know one of them?"

The guide nodded.

"Who is he?"

"Señor Lasar."

"Lasar. What's his other name?"

"Juan not know."

"Did they stop in the village?"

"No. Señors get ponies, ride over mountain," and the guide pointed
lazily to the south-west.

"Where did they go? Do you know?"