"Die!" they answered in a loud and firm voice.
"Be it so—we will die together;" and brandishing his sabre over his head, he shouted, "Dios y libertad Viva México!"
"Viva México!" the dragoons repeated, enthusiastically.
While this had been going on, the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and darkness covered the earth, like a sombre winding-sheet.
The Jaguar, with rage in his heart at the ill success of his tentatives, had rejoined his comrades.
"Well," John Davis asked him, who was anxiously watching for his return, "what have you obtained?"
"Nothing. That man is a fanatic."
"As I warned you, he is a demon; fortunately he cannot escape us, whatever he may do."
"Then you are mistaken," the Jaguar replied, stamping his foot passionately; "whether he live or die the money is lost to us."
"How so?"