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 He will not spare man, woman, child or babe, Were he obliged to enter by assault. Imprisonment or death? Is that the choice? We choose the latter. Bradburn, spare thy words. Of thee alone His Gracious Excellency Will make exception, if thou yield to-night. In appreciation of the gain of time And the avoided blood which thy surrender Confers on him, he will present to thee An hazienda near the capital, The finest, largest, best-tilled of the many Which Mexico can boast of, and besides A generous endowment paid in coin. Will that not tempt thee, Travis. Tempt me ? No! Thine words convey too plainly Satan's craft; Though knave enough, thou lackest depth of cunning. But, Travis, list! if to that weighty scale Of golden expectations, great rewards, I self were yet to add the greatest prize— My daughter's—Elsie's—hand, would that not move thee?