Then the door was slammed to and locked behind him.
"Nothing doing!" muttered Reade, in chagrin and dismay.

"In fact, much less than nothing! Harry and I will simply have to tramp fifty miles further and find the railway.

Great Scott! I doubt if the conductor will even let us aboard his train without a pass signed by Don Luis.

Hang the entire state of Bonista!" Deep in thought, and well-nigh overwhelmed by the complete realization of his defeat, Tom stalked moodily back up among the rocks.
As he turned a sharp, jutting ledge, Tom suddenly recoiled, as a brisk military voice called: "Para! Quien vive!" (Halt! Who goes there ?) Reade found a Mexican military bayonet pressing against his chest, behind the bayonet a rifle, and to the immediate rear of the rifle a ragged, barefooted young soldier, though none the less a genuine Mexican soldier! Further back other soldiers squatted on the ground.

In their centre sat the scowling Gato, handcuffed and therefore plainly a prisoner.
Harry and Nicolas were also there--not handcuffed, yet quite as plainly prisoners..