Lewis was a sandy-complexioned man of about forty, with colorless brows and a mean, shifty eye.  Formerly a cowboy, he had by the exercise of some natural ability acquired a good property—­and a bad reputation.  Just how or why he had prospered was a mystery which his neighbors never tired of discussing.

Tad, it seemed, resented any interruption of his rest, and showed the fact plainly.

Yes, he employed a fellow named Urbina.  What was wanted of him?

Law explained briefly.

“Why, he’s one of my best men!” laughed the rancher.  “He wouldn’t steal nothing.”

“Well, I had to shoot another good man of yours,” Dave said, quietly.

Lewis fell back a step.  “Which one?  Who?” he inquired, quickly.

“Pino Garza.”  Dave told of the meeting at the branding-fire and its outcome.  He was aware, meanwhile, that Lewis’s family were listening, for behind a half-open bedroom door he could hear an excited whispering.

“Killed him the first shot, eh?” Tad was dumfounded.  “Now I never thought Pino was that bad.  But you never can tell about these Greasers, can you?  They’ll all steal if they get a chance.  I let Pino go, ‘bout a week back; but he’s been hangin’ around, aimin’ to visit some of his relatives up in the brush country.  It was probably one of them old Guzman saw.  Anyhow, it couldn’t of been Adolfo Urbina; he was over to Las Palmas all the afternoon.”

“Did you send him there?”

“Sure.  Ed Austin can tell you.”

“Where is Urbina now?”

“I reckon he’s asleep somewhere.  We’ll dig him up and talk to him, if you say so.”

“Good.”

Tad’s willingness to cooperate with the officer, now that he understood the situation, was in marked contrast to the behavior of Austin.  In fact, his offer to help was almost too willingly given to suit Dave, who expected him to protest at being dragged out on such a night.  No protest came, however; Lewis slipped into his boots and slicker, explaining meanwhile: 

“I’m sorry this play came up, for I don’t want folks to think I got a gang of thieves workin’ for me.”

But Adolfo Urbina was nowhere to be found.  No one had seen him since about seven o’clock, nor could it be discovered where he was spending the night.  Dave remembered that it had been about seven when he left Las Palmas, and ascertained, indirectly, that Tad had a telephone.  On his way from Austin’s Law had stopped at a rancho for a bite to eat, but he could forgive himself for the delay if, as he surmised, Urbina had been warned by wire of his coming.

“That’s too bad, ain’t it?” Lewis said.  “But he’ll be around again in the morning, and I’ll get him for you.  You leave it to me.”

There was plainly nothing to do but accept this offer since it could avail nothing to wait here for Urbina’s return.  Unless the fellow gave himself up, he probably could not be found, now that the alarm was given, without a considerable search—­in view of which Dave finally remounted his borrowed horse and rode away in the direction of Jonesville.