“ What for?”
Vasquez kicked him in the ribs, and knocked him on the skull.
“Lie still,” he snarled, while tying him in a rope, emptying his pockets, and pitching him under the horses' feet.
“ All done there?”
the Capitan now cried to those inside.
Yes: all was done; a stock of goods and clothes, eight horses, and two gold watches were secured.
But they had found no money in the till.
, all this blood, and not a dollar for our pains!
Striding into the room, Vasquez took hold of Snyder
, and with pistol pointed at his temples, pulled him to the porch.
“I want your money; if you bring it out I spare your life, if not you are a dead man.”
led him to the door of his wife's apartment.
“ Any one with arms in there?”
asked Vasquez, pausing at the door.
A woman came out. “They want my money, dear,” said Snyder
“They shall have it if they do no harm,” she answered,, and she brought out all her coin.
was taken back, and tied once more; after which the brigands packed their spoil, mounted-their horses, and decamped.