"But I had always looked upon your spoken word as sacred, and now—"
"See here, what is this man to you, Susana?" was the rough demand, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I am not thinking of him, but of you, Joaquin. I do not want to think of you as a murderer—a murderer! I am afraid—I believe—I know it would set me against you."
"Bah! you are a woman. Get out of the way, now, for business is business. He has got to die—"
"Joaquin, for my sake—"
"No!"
"For my love—"
"By heavens! I begin to think there is more to it than you would express. Men, an example shall be made of this fellow. I'll brand him before we hang him!"
The young woman uttered a scream.
"Ha! I thought so," the Red Rover sneered. "A woman's heart is as fickle as the weather. This fellow's make-believe chivalry has stolen your affection from me—"