As she spoke, she shook a passionate finger under Francis' nose to emphasize her point. Not content, she shook her finger with equal emphasis under the noses of all and sundry of her father and brothers.
"Quick!" she flamed on. "Of course we must be quick. It is that, or... "Her voice trailed off into the unvoiceable horror of what would happen to Henry if they were not quick.
"All Gringos look alike to the Jefe," Francis nodded sympathetically. She was splendidly beautiful and wonderful, he thought. "He certainly runs all San Antonio, and short shrift is his motto. He'll give Henry no more time than he gave us. We must get him out to-night."
"Now listen," Leoncia began again. "We Solanos cannot permit this... this execution. Our pride... our honor. We cannot permit it. Speak! any of yo
