Señor Zorro thrust the muzzle of his pistol through the aperture and into the man's face, and in such fashion that the little door could not be closed.
"Open, if you value your life! Open—and make not the slightest sound!" Señor Zorro commanded.
"What—what is this?"
"Señor Zorro is talking to you!"
"By the saints—"
"Open, fool, or you die instantly!"
"I—I'll open the door. Do not shoot, good Señor Zorro! I am only a poor guard and not a fighting man! I pray you do not shoot!"
"Open quickly!"
"As soon as I can fit key to lock, good Señor Zorro!"
They heard him rattling the keys; presently one was turned in the lock, and the heavy door was thrown open.