"Shall we, then, play modern Robin Hoods to this so-beautiful señorita in distress?" he demanded.
"Who ees thees Rob'n 'Ood, mi general?" asked another of his followers. "A brave compadre?"
"You've said it," ejaculated Gomez, in good American slang. "Very famous."
"What more than we can he do?" asked the lesser bandit.
"True. Your wisdom is of the ancients, Pietro. What say, hombrecitos? shall we lend assistance to the so-beautiful señorita—the daughter of Señor B-Day?"
There seemed to be a growl of approval. "To San Cristoval, mi general," said one. "There may yet be pickings."
The leader turned immediately and with businesslike directness to Carlitos. "What has happened to the automobile?" he asked.
"Oh, Señor Gomez!" stuttered the driver. "She done bust."
"And you can't make on with her?"
"No, señor."