"How much?" Captain Eosaro repeated again. "I am never an animal. I always am a creature of reason, whether the sun is up or not up, or whether this thrice-accursed fever is upon me. How much?"
"Well, let us start, and for how much?" the Jefe conceded wearily.
"Fifty dollars gold," was the prompt answer.
"You are starting anyway, are you not, Capitan?" Torres queried softly.
"Fifty gold, as I have said."
The Jefe Politico threw up his hands with a hopeless gesture and turned on his heel to depart.
"Yet you swore eternal vengeance for the crime committed, on your jail," Torres reminded him.
"But not if it costs fifty dollars," the Jefe snapped back, out of the corner of his eye watching the shivering captain for some sign of relenting.
"Fifty gold," said the Captain, as he finished
