"Nothing," said Don Torribio shortly; "nothing of interest to you."
"Then—"
"Then," retorted the other, laying his hand on the governor's left arm, "Don José Kalbris, surrender; you are my prisoner."
"What do you say?" replied the astounded veteran. "Are you mad, Don Torribio?"
"Call me no longer Don Torribio: I am a nameless, homeless wretch, whom the thirst for vengeance has driven amongst the Apaches."
"Treason!" exclaimed the governor. "To the rescue, men! Defend your colonel!"
"These men will not help you, Don José; they are in my pay. Surrender, I say!"
"I will not surrender," said the governor resolutely. "Don Torribio, or whatever else you may call yourself, you are a coward!"
He gave his horse the spur, shook off Don Torribio's hold, and drew his sword. At the same time, the rapid approach of horsemen was heard in the distance.
"Aha!" said the governor, cocking a pistol; "Here comes aid!"