"Eh lad, 'ave a look and see where those flamin' Spanish are," said Paddy.
Davey followed the roadway back down the mountain but was unable to see any further than the area around the staging-post.
"Do you reckon the runner will warn their city before the Spaniards get there?" asked Davey.
"Your guess is as good as mine lad," Paddy shook his head slowly, "it's like a game of chess this, all the pieces are moving around making their opening moves, so something's got to 'appen, but eh up, get after that runner, we can follow 'im away from 'ere."