"Oh! Oh!" Sobs now came from her.
"So, if you do not marry soon, it will be too late."
"What's that?" she looked up, not able to believe she had understood.
"Now, my frand 'ere, 'e wish to marry wiz you. Why, I do not know." Lopez grinned broadly. He knew this would be the last stroke. He was right.
"Oh!" gasped Angela.
"Shall he come wiz me to Mexico," the bandit piled it on, "I will give 'im planty wives, young, beautiful...."
"Oh!" again came from the distracted Angela.
"But he want you. And so ..."
"You're going to force me to marry him. I see!" She turned to the listening "Red." "And you'd let him force you on me, like this?"