"Bah! bah! make way yourself," returned Don Pedro.
"You are the one to make way," replied the merchant; "make way, make way."
"Bah, bah, be kind enough to let me pass," returned Señor Miranda. Neither man budged an inch. They unmuffled themselves and unsheathed their swords.
"Will you have the kindness?"
"Will you have the goodness?"
Who knows what awful tragedy might not have taken place in Sarrio at that instant, if they had not recognized each other?
"Does it happen to be Don Feliciano?"
"Is it Don Pedro?"
"Don Feliciano!"
"Don Pedro!"