You have met her before.

Mamcuna shall know of this, and my wife shall die." Still I made no answer.
"Let me pass!" I drew my _machete_.
Chimu drew his and came at me, but he was so poor a swordsman, that I merely played with him, my object being to gain time, and only when the other fellow tried to push past me and get to my left-rear, did I cut the cacique down.

On this his companion bolted the way he had come.

I galloped after him, more with the intention of frightening than hurting him, and was just on the point of turning back and following the fugitives, when something dropped over my head, my arms were pinioned to my side, and I was dragged from my saddle.
The foot-people had lassoed me..