The bandits trembled with joy, and their wild eyes sparkled. They exchanged looks of promise to themselves for the future, which did not escape Don Torribio's observation.
"¡Caray!" they muttered, hugging themselves with joy.
"So that would suit you, I suppose?"
"Rayo de Dios! a hundred ounces! I should think so," said Pablito.
"There may be more," observed Don Torribio.
"But doubtless it will be a difficult job," the verado ventured to say.
"¡Dame! You know, things are going wrong at present."
"No need to tell us that, señor; the misery is frightful."
"Perhaps there may be a man to kill?" insinuated Carlocho.
"That might happen!" roundly replied Don Torribio.