Creeping closer to the bandits, Jaime was unaware of the guard who had already spotted him. Scooped up by rough, calloused hands, and hoisted off his feet, Jaime yelled, the sense of complete powerlessness making him furious.
Jaime shouted, and squirmed as best he could, realising that Zorro would be shaking his head with annoyance, at his stubborn disobedience. He was going to be in serious trouble on his return home. Anger and frustration swirled in Jaime's heart, and hurt pride drowned out all thoughts of fear. He trusted his father. Zorro would save him, somehow. His father always did.