“We have considered the matter to-day,” the chief went on. “Our leaders in the north have been seized. Of all white men who aided us in forming this plan, you alone are at liberty. We thank you, señor, for what you have done. We want to follow you, yet. But we cannot unless you give the word now. Our race is strong in itself, señor; often before we have waited on the words of white men and been betrayed.”
“What is it you want me to do?” the caballero asked.
“Give the word, señor! Our friends at San Luis Rey de Francia will be ready to strike the blow two nights from now, and it is proper we strike together. What say you, señor?”
“I counsel longer delay,” the caballero replied.
“Can you give us good reason?” the chief demanded. “Your words are peculiar to our ears, señor. We had expected you would be eager to make the move. Many things have mystified us, and we are suspicious because of what has happened before. As I said, we have considered the matter, and we have reached a decision.”
“What is it, then?”
“Either give us the word now to attack in two nights’ time, or we attack without your word, señor. To be certain there will be no treachery we will hold you prisoner here, but well treated, until the attack is begun. We do this because of the aid you have given our cause. And after it is over you shall be treated with respect, and no man will harm you. Lead us in two nights’ time, señor, or we strike without your leadership and keep you prisoner until the work is done.”
The caballero swept the circle with his eyes; every man there seemed to approve.
“There are many plans to be made yet,” he said. “I must counsel delay for a time.”
“We have made all plans while awaiting you, señor. It is but for you to lead. The plans may be discussed in half a day’s time, and changed if we decide they should be. If there is a rancho you wish spared, or a man or woman saved——”