breakfast, mr. brock. mr. brock,k,reakfast. well he's gone. mr. brock is gone. took off. sure, he took off to tell chato where we are. if you want to keep my men with you, do not speak too loud of chato. cheyenne, you were a fool to let him tie up with us -in the fifit place. -could be. maybe he just got the gold fever again. do you believe that, cheyenne? no. everybody on the other side of the rio grande knew chato had an informer. now we know who he is. gimme some coffee. that doesn't help us now. my advice is, we hightail it back across the e rder. we came down here after a full quota of mustangs, and i'm not gonna leave without 'em. what good are mustangs gonna do ya, well, that bunch brock saw yesterday, we can get them. he coulda lied to delay us. my men saw the horses. well, i'm going after 'em. come on, manuel. ah, you! it's obvious, mr. begert, that you and he will never get along. he'll learn obedience. if he doesn't? he will. i'll give you $500 for him. $500? well, that's the best offer i've had a lot more than your husband's. but he's not for sale, because i'm