“Oh, nothing. This man tried to capture me, and I turned the tables, that’s all.”
“Explain,” said Don Antonio, looking first at Adrian and then at the peon.
“This man mistook me for Pedro, he says, and tried to drag me into the river, or somewhere.”
Don Antonio turned upon the peon fiercely.
“Is this true?” he demanded sternly.
“Forgive me, señor,” whined the peon, “I was ordered to do it.”
“Ordered!” thundered Don Antonio. “By whom?”
“Don Rafael.”
“Asi!” exclaimed Don Antonio, and his face grew even more stern. “So it is that scoundrel who put you up to this? Where is he?”
The peon remained silent.