"Really it requires skill! I should like much to learn how the threads are passed." And as he said this he left his seat upon the banqueta, and, approaching the loom, knelt down beside it. "Indeed, very singular and ingenious. Ah, now, do you think, pretty Rosita, you could teach me?" The old woman, who was seated with her eyes bent upon the ground, started at hearing the stranger pronounce her daughter's name, and glanced around at him. "I am really serious," continued he; "do you think you could teach me this useful art?" "No, Senor!" was the laconic reply. "Oh! surely I am not so stupid! I think I could learn it--it seems only to hold this thing so,"--here he bent forward, and placed his hand upon the shuttle, so as to touch the fingers of the girl,--"and then put it between the threads in this manner; is it not--?" At this moment, as if carried away by his wild passions, he seemed to forget himself; and, turning his eyes upon the blushing girl, he continued in an under tone, "Sweetest Rosita! I love you,--one kiss, fairest,--one kiss!" and before she could escape from his arms, which had already encircled her, he had imprinted a kiss upon her lips! A scream escaped from the girl, but another, louder and wilder, answered it from the corner. The old woman sprang up from her crouching position, and running across the floor launched herself like a tigress upon the officer! Her long bony fingers flew out, and in an instant were clutching his throat! "Off! beldame! off!" cried he, struggling to escape: "off I say; or my sword shall cut short your wretched life, off!--off!--I say!" Still the old woman clutched and screamed, tearing wildly at his throat, his epaulettes, or whatever she could lay hold of. But sharper than her nails were the teeth of the great wolf-dog that sprang almost simultaneously from his lair, and, seizing the soldier by the limbs, caused him to bellow out at the top of his voice-- "Without there! Sergeant Gomez! Ho! treason! to the rescue! to the rescue!" "Ay! dog of a Gachupino!" screamed the old woman,--"dog of Spanish blood! you may call your cowardly myrmidons! Oh! that my brave son were here, or my husband alive! If they were, you would not carry a drop of your villain blood beyond the threshold you have insulted!--Go!--go to your poblanas--your _margaritas_! Go--begone!" "Hell and furies! This dog--take him off! Ho, there! Gomez! your pistols. Here! send a bullet through him! Haste! haste!" And battling with his sabre, the valiant Comandante at length effected a retreat to his horse. He was already well torn about the legs, but, covered by the sergeant, he succeeded in getting into the saddle. The latter fired off both his pistols at the dog, but the bullets did not take effect; and the animal, perceiving that his enemies outnumbered him, turned and ran back into the house.