“And was he also a bull fighter?”
“Oh, no, señor! Had he cared to enter the fights, he would have become the greatest espada in Spain.”
“Do you expect to join him?”
“Some time, señor.”
“And Villasca——”
An expression of scorn came to her face.
“Bah!” she cried, with an outflinging of one hand. “Never need he speak to me again! I shall have nothing to say to him. He is in disgrace. Señor Rodriguez, who manages the bull fights, has told Villasca that he would have him no more.”
“And he will be all the more desperate because of that. Señorita, something tells me that you have cause to look out for Villasca. If he is really in love with you, he may go to desperate straits. You need a protector. Señor Menandez should be here.”
“Do not fear for me, but look out for yourself, Señor Merriwell. I have warned you, and now I will go.”
Still she seemed reluctant to leave him. Her eyes smiled up into his, and he thought he had never before seen such wonderful eyes. At last, with a sudden impulse, she gave him her hand. Then she turned to go.