Pedro could know nothing of the death of Emmerson.
Nay, it was more than probable that the very name was utterly unknown to these men.
"You wish to insult me, Pedro," he said, "and so cancel the obligation I am under to you. But beware of going too far, for you may leave a balance upon the wrong side, and I am as quick to avenge an insult as to—"
Pedro interrupted him with a laugh.
"What did I say? I have only just rendered you a great service—at least, so you say—"
"And mean."
"And mean, perhaps; and yet you are already threatening me. When I said that your gratitude is said to bring bad luck to anyone, I was only repeating an idle saying—as I thought—but it seems like the truth, after all."
Hunston was moving thoughtfully away, when the brigand's words stopped him.
"Forgive me, Pedro," he said, turning round; "I am a bad, ungrateful man, but I'm not utterly wanting in decent feeling. You touch me on a very sore spot."
So saying he walked on, leaving Pedro staring after him.