“Yes, Señor Esparto.”
“From whom?”
“Señorita Zuera.”
“Zuera? Then you must have seen her since the bull fight.”
“I have. She came to the hotel where I am stopping.”
“She came there?” questioned Esparto, wonderingly.
“Yes, to warn me that Villasca might seek to kill me.”
“Of that I have no doubt. He is a scoundrel. It was a wonderful thing you did to-day in killing the bull, and I thank you, young señor, a thousand times, for saving Zuera. I was with the spectators, but I was so far back that it was impossible for me to reach the ring in time to save her. Barbastro should have been on hand when Villasca failed. Brave little Zuera!”
“She is indeed brave; but it seems a dreadful thing that she should follow such a dangerous business.”
“Ah! She shall follow it no more! I have come back to her. I have come to take her away. We will escape from Spain and go to America together. Spain has made me an outcast, and I shall have to adopt another country. I shall interest myself in Cuba. When the revolution comes in Spain, as it must come soon, I may return here. Not till then.”