"I trust in it. Do you believe that there are no repentant sinners in the world?"
"There are such doubtless; but"—
"You who to-day are bandits, might be to-morrow honourable soldiers."
"Certainly, soldiers and bandits are all fighting men; the business of both one and the other is killing and plundering."
Guillen, who already considered himself a soldier, was not very well pleased with this comparison.
"They adopt, however, different modes of killing and plundering."
"But the certain fact is that they all kill and plunder."
"I am not going to defend, with bandits, the honourable calling of those who are not such."
"Well, then, if that does not please you, let us talk of something else. What has become of your lady, that delicate maiden, whom you took such good care of when in our camp?"
Guillen, who for a moment had forgotten Teresa, changed colour when she was mentioned, believing that the bandits were about to profane her name, mixing it up with some of their coarse jests.