“No, mother,” replied the chief, blushing, as if ashamed that he had no crime of blood to confess, “he made no resistance; we were many, he nearly alone, for the guards fled as we rushed upon them. We did not kill him, there was no reason in it.”
“How long was this ago?”
“It was three days after we left Granada!”
“That is almost six weeks—but where?”
“About half way between this and Seville!”
“And did you take the plunder along?”
“We buried it on the spot; went to the fair as if nothing had happened, and dug it up as we came home.”
“And which way went the traveller?”
“We did not wait to see; his face was toward Granada when we met him; that is all I can say.”
“Go from my sight—you should have killed this viper—he was crawling this way.”