“Yes, yes. And there’s a–a mystery in his business.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I knew, would it be a mystery?”
“Who is he?”
“He won’t tell. I only know that he is a Confederate officer.”
“A Confederate officer?” The capitan whistled low and softly. “Come to the Plaza, there you can tell me what you think.”
And in the solitude of the Plaza they planned according to their suspicions.
55CHAPTER VII
Swordsmanship in the Dark
“Cry ‘holla’ to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets unseasonably.”