“Get up, and die like a man and not like a cowering hound!” urged Jack.
This had the effect desired, and the Trailer rose.
“Now, senors, load your rifles!”
“They are all loaded.”
“It is well. Have you any thing to say, Trailer?”
No answer save a scowl.
“It is your last chance. Again, have you any thing to say?”
“Si: car-r-ramba!”
“It is enough. Take him out.”
He was placed now in the open plain, facing the hillock. The men drew up in line, not twenty feet distant.