And now, senores, with your leave we must go on." "Ah! You are the last, I suppose ?" "We are; curse it! The main body must be a league ahead by this time, and we shall not reach Caracas for hours.

_Adios!_" "Let us rescue the poor devil!" I whispered to Carmen.
"By all means.

One moment, senores; I beg your pardon--now, Fortescue!" And with that we placed our horses across the road, whipped out our pistols and pointed them at the troopers' heads, to their owners' unutterable surprise.
"We are sorry to inconvenience you, senores," said my companion, politely; "but we are going to release this slave, and we have need of your horses.
Unbuckle your swords, throw them on the ground, and dismount.

No hesitation, or you are dead men! Shall we treat them as they proposed to treat the slave, Senor Fortescue?
Blow out their brains?
It will be safer, and save us a deal of trouble." "No! That would be murder.

Let them go.