"Oh, Senor," he gasped, "for the love of God help me to get into the shadow of yonder bush.  I am perishing of thirst, and this scorching sun is adding to my torments.  If you will raise me to my knees perhaps I can manage to crawl to--Ah, good!  I have him!  Quick, Jose, help me! He is strong as a horse, and--So, that is right; now kneel upon him while I lash his wrists together.  And Miguel,"--as the man I had left in the road a minute before came running up--"take the gun and those pistols, they will be safer in your hands than in his."