The assassin, who was in advance of the two others, fell upon Geronimo and gave him a sword-thrust which he supposed pierced his body; but a skilful movement parried the blow, and the aggressor himself fell with such force upon Geronimo's sword that the blade passed through his body.
The assassin fell heavily, and in a plaintive voice, as though bidding adieu to life, exclaimed: "_O mojo!_ I die! Bufferio is dead!" Disregarding the villain who had fallen, the gentleman rushed upon the other two and wounded one in the shoulder.

Convinced that they had to deal with a powerful and skilful adversary, they turned and fled, Geronimo pursuing them far beyond the well.
Julio followed him, crying, vociferating, and striking with his sword in the dark, as though he were contending with numerous enemies.

When Geronimo returned with the servant to the spot where he had left the dead body of the ruffian, he found three or four watchmen calling for help.
Many heads were thrust from the windows, and one citizen even ventured out of his house with a lamp in his hand.
The watchmen, having inquired as to what had taken place, examined the body to see if there were any signs of life.
"Leave him!" said one; "it is Bufferio.

God be praised! the man has at last met the fate which he deserved." In the meantime, Julio had commenced to boast.

He related that he had to deal with two assassins at once, that he had wounded one in the face, and pierced the other with his sword.