"For a hundred reasons."
"Tell me one of them."
"For what purpose should I have led you into a trap?"
"To betray me, ¡viva Cristo! If, as I suppose, you belong to the Mexican army."
"I do belong to that army," the hunter replied coolly; "but what does that prove?"
"What it proves?" the general exclaimed furiously, "That you are a spy, and that I shall have you shot."
"That is not answering, General, but knocking a man down."
"Be it so; recommend your soul to God."
"A man like myself is ever ready to appear before Him. Could you say the same?"
The general stamped his foot furiously.