'"I don't know," Rube said. "If we were mere American soldiers, they would cut our throats at once: as it is, they may keep us for a more ceremonial killing." 'As we were talking, we were being led up towards the central hut, which was evidently the abode of the chief. He was standing at the door, tapping his riding-boot impatiently with a heavy whip; a man was holding his horse in readiness. One of the other leaders was standing talking to him. "Jehoshophat!" said I, "he is going out. We are safe for a while." 'El Zeres was a slight, wiry man, with a small wicked-looking eye, which gave one the "squerms" to look at, and a thin mouth curved up in a cruel smile. He was the savagest and most bloodthirsty of all the Mexican partisans. The man with him was a tall, swarthy, ferocious-looking villain. 'El Zeres looked at us for some time without a word. Then he said, "I've got you at last; I've been on the lookout for you for a long time past." '"It hasn't been our fault we haven't met before," said Rube; which was true enough, for we had given him a close chase several times. El Zeres only gave an evil smile, but the other Mexican exclaimed savagely, "You dog, do you dare to answer?" and struck Rube across the face with all his force with his heavy whip. 'Rube turned quite white, and then with a tremendous effort he broke the cowhide thongs which fastened his hands--not new rope, mind you, but cowhide--just as if it had been so much grass, and went right at the fellow who had struck him. The Mexicans gave a cry of astonishment, and threw themselves upon Rube, El Zeres shouting at the top of his voice, "Don't draw a knife, don't draw a knife; I'll hang any man who injures him."