"No! no! no! Great heavens! how you wrong me!"
"Ha! ha! Then what is the matter with killing him, since he is my mortal foe, and it must be his life or mine sooner or later?"
"But, your honor, Joaquin, your honor," she reminded him. "He gave you your life, or a chance for it, and you pledged your word that you would do the same—"
"Bah! Choose between us, Susana."
"I choose you, of course," attempting to throw her arms around his neck, an action which he repelled. "He is nothing to me; I only want to see your honor preserved."
"Bah! You think to blind me. What can we brand him with, boys? He shall go to the devil with a mark of Captain Joaquin's compliments!"
"Hurrah! That is what he deserves!"
"Here is a horseshoe; will that do?"
"The very thing!"
"It will give him a mark for good luck!"