Here's a pretty figure for a waxwork'. I don't think much of the late Captain's taste in dress. He must have been seven feet high if he was an inch. This confounded hat is a perfect extinguisher. It's the law of the Ladrones to wear it, and it's the law of the Ladrones to shoot you if you don't. I've caught a considerable cold in the mountains; and I don't think they've aired this gentleman's clothes. (Sneezes and his hat drops off.) I can't pick it up, because of my pistols. (The pistols in his belt fall.) Ah! that's a relief. I detest firearms. Let me see (sits on rock) - in three days time I've got to marry that cut-throat in petticoats. Very good, or rather very bad - that's the law of the Ladrones, which seems admirably adapted to the commission of all sorts of villany. (Sancho crawls nearer to Grigg.) I wish I could get home again out of the clutches of that infernal Jose the Wolf, and - (during this, Sancho, concealed in the skin, has crawled up to him.) Hullo! here's a wild beast. Ah! Here! Hi!

Hsssssssssh.

It's a goose (about to call). Hi! here's a -

(presenting pistol) Silence!

Not another word. (aside) It's "the Lion".

(advancing with Grigg) There's a plot against you and me.

Is there? What do you think we'd better do?

I know.

Yes?

Hsssssh!

(aside) He's a perfect hurricane!

They come. Breathe a word of my concealment here and you perish. The conspirators against your life and dignity are here. (He retires into concealment.)

If she'd confine themselves to conspiring against my dignity, I should be the last person to offer an objection. But when it comes to conspiring against a fellow's life - why -