You know what to do with your team; then the both of you report to Casas at the upper camp--you know him ?" "Yes, _senor_." "Tell him I sent you.

He will have his orders; they are that you be shot if you attempt to leave before Mendez gives the word.

'Tis not long now till we learn who is chief here--Bill Lacy or Pascual Mendez.
Come, _senorita_, you are safe with me." Concealing a dread that was almost overpowering, yet realising the impossibility of resistance, Stella permitted him to touch her hand, and assist her to clamber over the wheel.

The baffled, helpless rage in Moore's face was sufficient proof of the true power possessed by Cateras, that his was no idle boast.

Under some conditions the change in captors might have been welcomed--certainly she felt no desire to remain in the hands of the two who had brought her there, for Sikes, plainly enough, was a mere drunken brute, and Moore, while of somewhat finer fibre, lacked the courage and manhood to ever develop into a true friend.
Yet she would have infinitely preferred such as these--men, at least, of her own race--to this smirking Mexican, hiding his devilish instincts behind a pretence at gallantry.