"Can you think of such a thing, brother. These men are mashorqueras!"
"So much the greater reason to prove to them that we are not rascals of their own kind, and that we practise the laws of warfare, which they glory in setting at nought."
"I submit, brother; although I know we are only losing valuable time."
Don Leoncio immediately ordered torches of resinous wood to be lighted, so that the besieged might clearly see him; and, tying his handkerchief to the point of his sword, resolutely advanced towards the rancho.
When Don Torribio saw the light of the torches, he comprehended that the assailants wished to enter into communication with him, and unbarred a window, holding himself in readiness for the parley.
As soon as Don Leoncio got within a pace or two of the door, he halted.
"Flag of truce!" said he.
A window was thrown open, at which the burly figure of the lieutenant made its appearance.
"What is it you want?" he replied, carelessly leaning his elbows on the windowsill.
"We demand that you surrender," said Don Leoncio.