Chapter 11: love and death.
Though Capitan Vasquez never sighed in vain to senorita, he nursed a great contempt for women.
“Do you think a woman had to do with your arrest?”
“No, surely not,” replies the brigand with a sneer: “ I never trusted women in my life.”
“Not with the secret of your hiding-places in the hills?”
“No, Senor; I never put myself in any woman's power, by telling her a secret that could do me injury.”
Yet men may be betrayed who never give their trust, even to the women they profess to love.
His wounds being dressed, the brigand has been brought to San Jose
, where he is nearer to the white settlements, than at Los Angeles
At San Jose
, he is overshadowed by the power of San Francisco