"Which? Let go? Or the extra ten?"
"The extra ten!" they chorused.
"In God's name, haste! haste!" cried the Jefe.
They heard splashings and curses from the bottom of the well, and, from the lightening of the strain on the riata, knew that Guillermo had left the bucket and was floundering for the coin.
"Put it in the bucket, good Guillermo," Rafael called down.
"I am putting it in my pockets," up came the reply. "Did I put it in the bucket you might haul it up first and well forget to haul me up afterward."
"The double weight might break the riata," Rafael cautioned.
"The riata may not be so strong as my will, for my will in this matter is most strong," said Guillermo.
"If the riata should break …" Eafael began again.
"I have a solution," said Guillermo. "Do you come down. Then shall I go up first. Second, the treasure shall go up in the bucket. And, third and last, shall you go up. Thus will justice be triumphant."