"Lord of mercy, kid!" the father exclaimed. "Why, you'd ought to
be home and abed, long ago. You'll catch your death of cold. Is
that gun loaded."
Dave Law was even more amazed than his companion. His first
glimpse of the waiting figures had warned him that something had
gone wrong, and, therefore, he did not stop to ask himself how Tad
Lewis and Longorio could have learned of this affair, or what
could have brought Alaire and Ed Austin to the scene. Recovering
from his first surprise, he took a position beside his superior
officer.
Captain Evans did not seem at all troubled by the disparity in
numbers. One Ranger, or two at the most, had always been
sufficient to quell a Texan disturbance; now that there were three
of them, he felt equal to an invasion of Mexican soil, if
necessary. In consequence he relaxed his watchful vigilance, and
to Dave he drawled:
"We've got most of the leading citizens of the county, and I
reckon somebody in the outfit will be able to identify Guzman."
"There's no trouble about that, sir. We found him. Pedro and Raoul
can make sure." The sons of Ricardo Guzman stepped forward
promptly, and Law waved them toward the boat landing, where the
two helpers were waiting with Ricardo's remains.
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