On one hot dusty day in 1860, a lone Mexican bandit crossed the border into
Texas. After robbing a small bank and shooting up the town, he led the posse
on a merry chase through the desert. On the sixth day of the chase he was
Sheriff-to-interpreter: "Ask him where the money is."
Interpreter-to-bandit: "He wants to know where you hid the money."
Bandit-to-interpreter: "I'll never tell, never!"
Interpreter-to-sheriff: "He says he'll never tell, senor."
At this point, the sheriff loses his cool. His town has been shot up, his
bank robbed, he's spent a week in the desert tracking this guy, and now he
says he'll never tell. So he takes his pistol, jams it under the bandits'
chin, and, with the veins standing out on his neck, screams "Tell him to tell
me where the money is, or I'm gonna blow his brains all over the desert!"
Interpreter-to-bandit: "He says if you don't tell him where the
money is right now, he will kill you here."
Bandit-to-interpreter: "Do not kill me, senor, the money is hidden
under the big tree at the pass!"
Interpreter-to-sheriff: "He says you ain't got the balls..."