"Can you not see that I loathe and despise you, foul fiend that you are?
Ah.

God in heaven, is there no help at hand ?" The outlaw remained deaf to these words that should have melted a heart of stone.

At last over the burning plain was seen the ruined hovel to which the scoundrel was dragging his fair burden.

It was but the work of a moment to dismount and bear her half-fainting form within the den.

There he faced her, repellent with evil intentions.
"Ha, senorita, you are a beautiful wildcat, yes?
But Snake le Vasquez will tame you! Ha, ha!" laughed he carelessly.
With a swift movement the beautiful girl sought to withdraw the small silver-mounted revolver without which she never left the ranch.