The chief returned to his prisoner during the day, and expressed a hope that by evening, when his followers would be perfectly sober, they would listen to reason.  He doubted, however, if the sum first named would satisfy them, and insisted that he be authorized to offer more.  To this latter proposition Don Ramon made answer, “I am helpless to promise you anything, but if you will only place me in correspondence with my son, all I possess, everything that can be hypothecated shall go to satisfy your demands.  Only let it be soon, for this suspense is killing me.”

An hour before dark the band was once more summoned together, with Don Ramon in their midst.  The chief asked the majority if they had any compromise to offer to his proposition of the morning, and received a negative answer.  “Then,” said he, “remember that a trusting wife and eight children, the eldest a lad of twenty, the youngest a toddling tot of a girl, claim a husband and a father’s love at the hands of the prisoner here.  Are you such base ingrates that you can show no mercy, not even to the innocent?”

The majority were abashed, and one by one fell back in the distance.  Finally a middle-aged man came forward and said, “Give us five thousand dollars in gold apiece, the money to be in hand, and the prisoner may have his liberty, all other conditions made in the morning to be binding.”

“Your answer to that, Don Ramon?” asked the chief.

“I have promised my all.  I ask nothing but life.  I may have friends who will assist.  Give me an opportunity to see what can be done.”

“You shall have it,” replied the chief, “and on its success depends your liberty or the consequences.”

Going amongst the band, he ordered them to meet again in three days at one of their rendezvous near Agua Dulce; to go by twos, visit the river towns on the way, to pick up all items of interest, and particularly to watch for any movement of the authorities.

Retaining two of his companions to act as guards, the others saddled their horses and dispersed by various routes.  The chief waited until the moon was well up, then abandoned their camp of the last ten days and set out towards Agua Dulce.  To show his friendship for his victim, he removed all irons, but did not give freedom to Don Ramon’s horse, which was led, as before.

It was after midnight when they recrossed the river to the American side, using a ford known to but a few smugglers.  When day broke they were well inland and secure in the chaparral.  Another night’s travel, and they were encamped in the place agreed upon.  Reports which the members of the band brought to the chief showed that the authorities had made no movement as yet, so evidently this outrage had never been properly reported.

Don Ramon was now furnished paper and pencil, and he addressed a letter to his son and family.  The contents can easily be imagined.  It concluded with an appeal to secrecy, and an order to observe in confidence and honor any compact made, as his life and liberty depended on it.  When this missive had passed the scrutiny of the bandits, it was dispatched by one of their number to Senora Mora.  It was just two weeks since Don Ramon’s disappearance, a fortnight of untold anguish and uncertainty to his family.