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over the last twenty years, and I have hit on the perfect bank for us to rob! It will be as easy as taking pennies from a blind beggar’s hat!’ (Fernando Salvador, the second-in-command, was not only not very bright, he was also not very pleasant.)
    ‘What bank would that be?’ asked Antonio Gabriel Bernardino Martinez.
    ‘The bank in Española, of course!’ exclaimed Fernando Salvador.
    ‘But that’s the one we got jailed for robbing last time!’ exclaimed Pedro Del Camino.
    ‘Exactly!’ said Fernando Salvador. ‘We’ve done it successfully once before – the second time will be even easier! We know where it is, which is a plus, because it means we won’t have to spend money on a street map. We know what it looks like, so we won’t go into the wrong building, and we can remember where the safe was!’
    ‘Can we?’ asked Pedro Del Camino, who couldn’t.
    ‘It’ll be a cinch!’ said Fernando Salvador.
    Well, after several hours of argument, Fernando Salvador finally persuaded the other two that it was a good plan, and they agreed to rob the same bank that they had robbed twenty years before.
    So they took the Greyhound bus from Albuquerque to Española, but had to get out at Pojoaque, because they didn’t have enough money for the whole trip, and they had to walk the remaining twenty miles from Pojoaque to Española. They arrived covered in dust and thirsty, and went straight to the nearest bar, where they downed three beers on the trot, before they remembered they didn’t have any money.
    They were just arguing about whether to run out of the bar all together, or do it quietly one at a time . . . when who should walk in through the door but Juan Gonzales – the very man they blamed for all their misfortunes! The very man who tricked them into letting him escape, while they all got arrested and spent twenty years in jail!
    Montague Du Cann, as Juan Gonzales now thought of himself, did not notice the three desperate-looking men, covered in dust, sitting at the shadiest table in the saloon. He walked straight up to the counter, ordered a beer, and took out a large wad of money from his pocket.
    Antonio Gabriel Bernardino Martinez nudged Pedro Del Camino. ‘He’s done all right for himself,’ he whispered darkly.
    The bar tender, however, looked at the bank note that Montague Du Cann had taken from the wad.
    ‘What’s this?’ growled the bar tender.
    ‘It’s an English £50 note. It’s worth $90. You can keep the change.’
    ‘We don’t do foreign currency,’ growled the bar tender. ‘Go and see if the bank sells beer!’ And he took the glass away from Montague Du Cann.
    ‘Now wait a minute!’ exclaimed Montague Du Cann, who had grown used to being obeyed. ‘I am offering you perfectly good legal tender that . . .’
    ‘Get lost,’ growled the bar tender.
    ‘No! Stay where you are, Juan Gonzales!’ growled another voice, this time in his ear. Montague Du Cann span round to find himself face with a grizzled desperado. ‘You and I have an old score to settle!’ said Fernando Salvador, and before Montague Du Cann knew what was happening he found himself lifted off his feet by six hefty hands, and he was propelled out of the bar and into the blistering New Mexico sunshine.
    For a moment Montague Du Cann had no idea who these three desperate-looking men were.
    ‘Forgotten your old mates, have you?’ snarled Antonio Gabriel Bernardino Martinez.
    ‘The Kid!’ exclaimed Montague Du Cann, for he instantly recognized Antonio Gabriel Bernardino Martinez’s voice. ‘And Pedro Del Camino!’ he exclaimed. ‘And you
    must be my second-in-command, Fernando Salvador! How good to see you! I’ve been looking for you all over!’
    ‘We weren’t hard to find!’ growled Fernando Salvador. ‘We was stuck in the Albuquerque Penitentiary for the last twenty years. You just had to look there!’
    ‘No, I mean – I’ve just arrived to look for you!’ Montague Du Cann was very good at both