"Good for you, Dave," screamed Cervera, exultingly. "But this is the one
I want most--this is the one!"
"Look lively, Matt. Lend a hand here, and we'll bind him to yonder
chair."
"And leave Cervera to guard him, eh?"
"That's the stuff."
"Can she do it?"
"Can she!" growled Kilgore, with derisive vehemence. "You let her alone
for that."
"Yes, yes, let me alone for that!"
"We must get back to stand by Venner. That Chick Carter is nearly as
tough a customer as this fellow."
"I guess you'll find that that's no dream," said Nick to himself, as the
ruffians bound him to the chair mentioned.
Cervera was laughing and capering around as if about to have a fit--yet
her laugh had a terrible and chilling ring.
"Oh, yes, I'll guard him, Dave," she shrilly cried, with a frightful
menace in her strained voice. "_Caramba_, yes! let me alone for that."
"So I do," snarled Kilgore.
"Knot the line fast, Matt--make sure of that," the woman fiercely added.
"Yes, I'll keep him quiet--never doubt that, boys! He shall be like a
baby taking milk. Perdition! but you shall have a sweet time, Mr. Nick,
alone here with Sanetta Cervera!"
Kilgore paid but little attention to any of this, and only now and then
bestowed a glance upon the vicious woman.
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