“This much good—that I shall not die!” Zorro answered.
“If you do not, then indeed are you a man! With a weight on your lashed wrists— Enough!” he exclaimed. “Put him on the plank!”
They lifted him and stood him upon it, facing him toward the sea. They forced him a short distance from the rail.
“Diego!” the señorita cried, agony in her voice.
At her cry the plank was tipped.
And with her cry ringing in his ears Señor Zorro shot downward like a man of metal—shot downward into the tossing sea, and was gone!
The Further Adventures of Zorro, Part III