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Updated: May 29, 2025
You will give El Diablo Cojuelo credit, I hope, for making provision for your comfort." "You certainly seem to be something of a magician," commented Myra, as she helped herself to a cigarette and accepted a light. "Perhaps you are in league with the Devil, and that is why you are known as El Diablo Cojuelo!
Don Carlos de Ruiz is El Diablo Cojuelo. Arrest him!" It seemed to her that as she spoke the words denouncing Don Carlos the whole world went suddenly pitch dark, and she felt herself falling, falling through space. What actually happened was that she fainted, and the officer of the Civil Guard was just in time to catch her ere she fell.
Let me warn you, dear people, that if El Diablo learns I am entertaining a party of wealthy English people he may attempt another raid." The others had laughed, assuming that he was jesting. Most of them had decided that Don Carlos had "invented" El Diablo Cojuelo and his brigand gang, with the object of adding a spice of adventure to their visit. El Castillo de Ruiz was a place of surprises.
Instinctively, she drew her silken dressing-gown closer around her and started to her feet. "I am sorry if I startled you, señorita," said Cojuelo. "It is a delightful surprise to find you like this." "Dolores seemed to be insisting that I must come here for my coffee," explained Myra, recovering her composure.
But it was no easy task riding a mule along precipitous paths and keeping her seat while slithering down slopes, clad as she was in only a filmy evening frock and a fur coat, and she cried out in protest at last: "How much further, Señor Cojuelo? I cannot sit this ungainly brute much longer in these clothes."
"Do you mean to say you lead a double life and occasionally masquerade as a brigand, without anyone knowing that Don Carlos and Cojuelo are one and the same? Is there no one aware of your identity?" "Many of my people are aware of my identity, but none would betray me, even if put to the torture," replied Don Carlos.
"I can further simplify the situation by telling Tony that El Diablo Cojuelo is Don Carlos de Ruiz," said Myra. "No, Myra, that would complicate matters, since it might necessitate my keeping Standish a prisoner here indefinitely in order to prevent him from denouncing me to the authorities.
"El Diablo Cojuelo fell in love with you at first sight, and will prevent you from marrying the man to whom you are betrothed but do not love." "Don Carlos, please be sensible," pleaded Myra, at heart a little fearful now. "Don't you realise that this escapade may have serious consequences for you?
"Don Carlos, but this is news indeed!" cried the Commandante excitedly. "El Diablo Cojuelo dead! Ten thousand congratulations, my dear Don Carlos! Congratulations to you, also, Señor Standish, on ridding my country of such a dangerous pest. To shoot a brigand in his own den was indeed conduct worthy of a gallant Englishman!" "Oh er thanks," stammered Tony, avoiding looking at Myra.
"Did you see Don Carlos as well as Cojuelo, señorita, while you were in the outlaw's den?" he inquired. "Yes, I saw them both together several times," answered Myra. "I heard Cojuelo threaten to shoot Don Carlos. It was Don Carlos who enabled me to make my escape, but I thought in my panic that it was Cojuelo who was trying to overtake me when I cried out to the officer of the Civil Guards."
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