"Do you, really?" said Don Torribio, bursting into a laugh; "And why do you want us to surrender?"
"Because all resistance is futile."
"You think so, do you?" replied the officer, with another laugh; "Try and dislodge us, and see what it will cost you!"
"Much less than you think."
"Pooh! I should be glad to know how."
"Enough! Will you surrender, or not?"
"It is ridiculous! May the devil embrace me, if you know with whom you have to deal! Do we ever demand quarter—we, mashorqueras? If we surrender, you will kill us, that is all. What is the good of it?"
"Then you are determined not to listen to terms?"
"Upon my soul, this is growing too tiresome!"
"You are resolved to defend yourself to the last?"