"His excellency bids me say that this is the last chance, that the offer will not be renewed."
"His excellency is wise not to waste breath renewing it. He grows fat and his breath is short!"
"What can you expect to gain by resistance, save death!" Gonzales asked. "How can you hope to offstand a score and a half of us!"
"It has been done before, loud one!"
"We can batter in the door and take you!"
"After a few of you have been stretched lifeless on the floor," Señor Zorro observed. "Who will be the first through the door, my sergeant!"
"For the last time—"
"Come in and drink a mug of wine with me," said the highwayman, laughing.
"Meal mush and goat's milk!" swore Sergeant Gonzales.
There was quiet then for a time, and Señor Zorro, glancing through the window cautiously, so as not to attract a pistol shot, observed that the governor was in consultation with the sergeant and certain of the troopers.