"That's the stuff."
"Can she do it?"
"Can she!" growled Kilgore, with derisive vehemence. "You let her alone for that."
"Yes, yes, let me alone for that!"
"We must get back to stand by Venner. That Chick Carter is nearly as tough a customer as this fellow."
"I guess you'll find that that's no dream," said Nick to himself, as the ruffians bound him to the chair mentioned.
Cervera was laughing and capering around as if about to have a fit—yet her laugh had a terrible and chilling ring.
"Oh, yes, I'll guard him, Dave," she shrilly cried, with a frightful menace in her strained voice. "Caramba, yes! let me alone for that."
"So I do," snarled Kilgore.
"Knot the line fast, Matt—make sure of that," the woman fiercely added. "Yes, I'll keep him quiet—never doubt that, boys! He shall be like a baby taking milk. Perdition! but you shall have a sweet time, Mr. Nick, alone here with Sanetta Cervera!"