"And your oath, brother?" she said, placing herself before the door.
"I shall not keep it; and if Heaven thinks that I ought, we will argue the point together."
She looked at her brother for a moment in silence. "You are quite resolved?" she continued.
"Quite."
"Then, I shall go alone."
"What," Pedrito exclaimed, as he rushed towards her, "Do you wish to be the death of me, then?"
Mercedes made no reply.
"Go away, brother. I will do without you."
"Come on! I will follow you. Oh, these women!" the bombero muttered.
"We shall succeed," she exclaimed, joyfully.