"Yes," the colonel remarked, with a laugh, "but you will not make up your mind because, I repeat, you are afraid; and to prove to you the truth of my assertion, although I do not know the man, and only take an interest in the matter for your sake, I will make you a wager if you like."
"A wager?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"I bet you that you will not dare avenge yourself on your enemy within the next four and twenty hours, not even with the help of your twelve companions."
"And what will you bet, excellency?"
"Well, I am so certain of running no risk, that I will bet you one hundred ounces. Does that suit you?"
"One hundred ounces!" the bandit exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with greed. "Viva Dios! I would kill my own brother for such a sum."
"You are flattering yourself, I see."
"Here we are at your door, excellency, so it is needless for me to go any further. You said one hundred ounces, I think?"