“Indeed!” said Harding, in the Spanish tongue. “Are we to die?”
“That is your fate.”
“We are glad to know that,” said Harding, coolly. “We are not afraid to die.”
The brigand showed his teeth.
“Bravado!” he said, contemptuously.
“Cowardice, to kill two defenseless men!” retorted Harding.
The fellow’s eyes gleamed.
“Spare your words, senor!” he said, coldly. “Nothing will save you!”
“One word more,” exclaimed Harding, in a tense voice, pointing to the treasure vault. “Do you know what became of the gold that vault contained?”
The Spaniard smiled.