Better to die fighting than be strangled on the plaza." "Is this your plan or Carera's ?" I asked, as I put the dagger in my belt.
"Partly his and partly mine, I think.

When he heard of your arrest, he said that it concerned our honor to effect your rescue.

The idea of throwing a stone through the window was Carera's; that of personating a priest was mine." "But how did Carera find out where I was?
and what assurance had you that when I asked for a priest they would bring you ?" "That was easy enough.

This is a small military post as well as an occasional prison, some of the soldiers are always drinking at the _pulperia_ round the corner, and they talk in their cups.

I even know the countersign for to-night.