"You won't see that they have those cursed repeating rifles also at their backs! Besides, these Yanks have longer heads than us. Ah, if the Captain were here! He knows all the tricks of the norteamericanos, and can match their cards at any game."
"That's very true; but El Manco (the Maimed) is not at hand. He is not due yet. We must do our own work—so, have at them with what heart ye may!"
"Oh, we're choking with our hearts, Valentacho; but we don't care to be shot down like buffalo."
"Well, if it comes to that—if I must show you the lead again, here! Lo! I lead; only, let's have you stick to me."
"Like wax! Lead on."
"It's understood?"
"Plain as the Creed!"
"Then forward! And death to the gabachos—curse them!" yelled the tall rogue, waving his rapier as high as the ceiling would permit.
They all rushed forward with exceeding fury.
"Take heed!" muttered Oliver; "Two shots apiece, and fire low!"