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There
is
but
one
spot
where
the
moon
throws
light
upon
the
turf
--
a
narrow
space
outside
the
sombre
shadow
that
conceals
the
assassins
.
Unfortunately
this
does
not
lie
in
the
path
of
their
intended
victim
.
He
must
pass
under
the
canopy
of
the
cypress
!
"
Do
n't
kill
him
!
"
mutters
Miguel
Diaz
to
his
men
,
speaking
in
an
earnest
tone
.
"
There
's
no
need
for
that
just
yet
.
I
want
to
have
him
alive
--
for
the
matter
of
an
hour
or
so
.
I
have
my
reasons
.
Lay
hold
of
him
and
his
horse
.
There
can
be
no
danger
,
as
he
will
be
taken
by
surprise
,
and
unprepared
.
If
there
be
resistance
,
we
must
shoot
him
down
;
but
let
me
fire
first
.
"
The
confederates
promise
compliance
.
They
have
soon
an
opportunity
of
proving
the
sincerity
of
their
promise
.
He
for
whom
they
are
waiting
has
accomplished
the
descent
of
the
slope
,
and
is
passing
under
the
shadow
of
the
cypress
.
"
Abajo
las
armas
!
A
tierra
!
"
(
"
Down
with
your
weapons
.
To
the
ground
!
"
)
cries
El
Coyote
,
rushing
forward
and
seizing
the
bridle
,
while
the
other
three
fling
themselves
upon
the
man
who
is
seated
in
the
saddle
.
There
is
no
resistance
,
either
by
struggle
or
blow
;
no
blade
drawn
;
no
shot
discharged
:
not
even
a
word
spoken
in
protest
!
They
see
a
man
standing
upright
in
the
stirrups
;
they
lay
their
hands
upon
limbs
that
feel
solid
flesh
and
bone
,
and
yet
seem
insensible
to
the
touch
!
The
horse
alone
shows
resistance
.
He
rears
upon
his
hind
legs
,
makes
ground
backward
,
and
draws
his
captors
after
him
.
He
carries
them
into
the
light
,
where
the
moon
is
shining
outside
the
shadow
Merciful
heaven
!
what
does
it
mean
?
