"Do you want to know, particularly?"
"If I didn't I shouldn't ask."
The robber drew himself up proudly to his full height.
"I am Vasquez, the bandit," he cried.
Foss indulged in a prolonged whistle.
"Jerusalem!" he said, hitting his horses. "Git up thar. That settles it. I didn't count on meeting with Vasquez."
"No hard feelings, old man," cried Vasquez, who had concealed his identity under the name of Nappa Bill.
"Not at all, pard. So long."
The horses started, and the stage went on up the hill.
Harkaway was in the custody of Vasquez and his men, while Mr. Mole, half frightened to death, and Harvey, dangerously wounded, were slowly carried away, it not being in the power of Foss to prevent this consummation.