Jaime scampered towards the hacienda, but then stopped, looking back. His father was focused on the bandits, and not on him. He wouldn't even know he was there, if he kept out of the way.
The bandits were asleep, with two men on guard. Zorro focused all his attention on the guards.
"Aren't you worried about Zorro?" The voice carried so clearly that Jaime startled.
"The Fox hasn't been seen for over ten years. Stop your shaking and focus, Joe."
"They say his whip is faster than any pistol…"
"Shut up " There was a cracking sound – someone had been slapped.