"But there was a priest along with them. What became of him?" "Oh! the monk. That 'ere is also kewrious. The robbers usooaly let _them_ go--after makin' 'em give each o' the band a blessin'! _Him_ they kep along wi' 'em; for what purpose the Lord only knows. Maybe to make sport o' him, by way o' divarshin. Seein' that I war no longer wanted, I gave the whup to the hosses; and fetched the old gentleman away, all by himself." "Do you think his daughters in danger of being ill-treated?" "Well, that depends on whose hands they've fallen into. Some are worse than others. Some times they're only a set o' idle fellows from the towns, who put on robber for the time--just to raise the wind in that way. When they've got up a stake, they go back to their gamblin' at _monte_; the which pays them better, and ain't so much risk o' their gettin' shot, or shet up. There are officers of the army who've been known to take a turn at the business--after they've spent their pay, or don't get it to spend--which last happens beout half the time. "Then there's the reg'lar _bandoleros_--or _salteadores_, as they sometimes call 'em--who live by it for constant. Of them there's several seprit bands along this road. One in partickler, called _Carrasco's_, who used to be a officer in Santa Anna's army. There's _Dominguez_, too, who was a colonel; but he's now along wi' you at the head o' the Spies. I don't think it was Carrasco's fellows that stopped us this time." "Why not?" "_They_ wouldn't a' cared to wear crape. I hope it wan't them." I had a painful suspicion why this hope was expressed; and anxiously enquired the reason. "Because," answered the guide, "if it hez been Carrasco, I shed say a pity o' them two young critters. Kewrious thar showin' so little skeeart! "Maybe they didn't more'n half know thar danger. As the robbers don't allers ill-treat the weemen--'ceptin' to strip 'em of thar gimcracks and the like--the Mexican sheemales ain't so much 'fraid o' 'em as ye might suppose they'd be." "Arter all," continued he, "it may be that I war mistaken. They were so quick bore off into the bushes, I hadn't much time to take notice o' 'em--the more so as I had enough to do in keepin' my hosses from goin' over the edge o' a precipice--by the side o' which we were brought to the stand." "In any case," pursued Sam Brown, riding a little closer to me, and speaking so as not to be overheard by my followers, "It air time ye made up your mind what to do, cap'n. We're now come to the place, whar we must take leave o' the main road. The rendezvoos gin me by the robbers lies up one o' these side gullies, whar there's nothin' but a bridle path. Another half-hour's ridin' 'll fetch us to the place o' appointment." "Have you thought of any other plan than that already spoken of?" I put the question, fancying from his manner that something else had suggested itself to him.