Who of us has ever seen the store? Not I, by Satan! Canst thou get powder and shot for Rufe?”

“Simpleton! Can he not get with steel all he wants from the schooner?”

“By the heart of Portuguez, he can!” cried another voice, and Yellow Rufe strode through the bushes.

“Rufe!” exclaimed the girl, feigning astonishment. Her ears were too keen not to have caught Rufe’s voice in the whispering that had gone on.

“Yes, Rufe, and obliged to thee, Pascherette. Dost say thou wilt help me win away?”

“Gladly, Rufe, for I like well men of your mettle. Follow close behind Sancho and me. Count ten score after we go in to Dolores with Milo, then for an hour thou’lt