&ldquo;When the adjutant came out after his siesta there was some trouble over this affair, I can assure you. And the worst of it was that the general whom we expected never came to the castle that day.&rdquo; </p> <p> The guests of General Santierra unanimously expressed their regret that the man of such strength and patience had not been saved. </p> <p> &ldquo;He was not saved by my interference,&rdquo; said the General. &ldquo;The prisoners were led to execution half an hour before sunset. Gaspar Ruiz, contrary to the sergeant&rsquo;s apprehensions, gave no trouble. There was no necessity to get a cavalry man with a lasso in order to subdue him, as if he were a wild bull of the campo. I believe he marched out with his arms free amongst the others who were bound. I did not see. I was not there. I had been put under arrest for interfering with the prisoner&rsquo;s guard. About dusk, sitting dismally in my quarters, I heard three volleys fired, and thought that I should never hear of Gaspar Ruiz again. He fell with the others. But we were to hear of him nevertheless, though the sergeant boasted that as he lay on his face expiring or dead in the heap of the slain, he had slashed his neck with a sword. He had done this, he said, to make sure of ridding the world of a dangerous traitor. </p> <p> &ldquo;I confess to you, senores, that I thought of that strong man with a sort of gratitude, and with some admiration. He had used his strength honourably. There dwelt, then, in his soul no fierceness corresponding to the vigour of his body.&rdquo; </p> <p> V </p> <p> Gaspar Ruiz, who could with ease bend apart the heavy iron bars of the prison, was led out with others to summary execution. &ldquo;Every bullet has its billet,&rdquo; runs the proverb. All the merit of proverbs consists in the concise and picturesque expression. In the surprise of our minds is found their persuasiveness. In other words, we are struck and convinced by the shock. </p> <p> What surprises us is the form, not the substance. Proverbs are art&mdash;cheap art. As a general rule they are not true; unless indeed they happen to be mere platitudes, as for instance the proverb, &ldquo;Half a loaf is better than no bread,&rdquo; or &ldquo;A miss is as good as a mile.&rdquo; Some proverbs are simply imbecile, others are immoral. That one evolved out of the naive heart of the great Russian people, &ldquo;Man discharges the piece, but God carries the bullet,&rdquo; is piously atrocious, and at bitter variance with the accepted conception of a compassionate God. It would indeed be an inconsistent occupation for the Guardian of the poor, the innocent, and the helpless,