"Do you doubt it, señor?"
"If you are indeed Señor Zorro, then have you lost your wits!" the sergeant declared.
"What is the meaning of that speech?"
"You are here, are you not? You have entered the inn, have you not? By all the saints, you have walked into a trap, my pretty highwayman!"
"Will the señor please explain?" Señor Zorro asked. His voice was deep and held a peculiar ring.
"Are you blind? Are you without sense?" Gonzales demanded. "Am I not here?"
"And what has that to do with it?"
"Am I not a soldier?"
"At least you wear a soldier's garb, señor."
"By the saints, and cannot you see the good corporal and three of our comrades? Have you come to surrender your wicked sword, señor? Are you finished playing at rogue?"