twenty-five -- thirty mile.
i will show you.
the trail is straight ahead. you will find the cabin at the top. adios, senor.
senor, that is true. i do not like you.
permit that i offer you a cigarette.
it is not your fault that your shadow is black. but you will only bring unhappiness to my senorita. i do not blame you, but i fear i must hate you.
adios, senor.
buenos dias, senor dave. you have found new employer, eh?
but senor rocklin is not here.
i have just accompany him to table- top.
it is dangerous, senorita.
you would risk your life for senor rocklin?
he sits calmly astride his horse, his gun leveled on george clews.