Don Silvio turned deadly pale—his hand sought his stiletto in his bosom, but it was remaining on the table; at last he replied, “Be it so—I will meet you when and where you please, in an hour from this.”
Jack mentioned the place of meeting, and then walked out of the room. He and Gascoigne then hastened to the quarters of an officer they were intimate with, and having provided themselves with the necessary fire-arms, were at the spot before the time. They waited for him till the exact time, yet no Don Silvio made his appearance.
“He’s off,” observed Gascoigne; “the villain has escaped us.”
Half an hour over the time had passed, and still there was no sign of Gascoigne’s antagonist, but one of the Governor’s aides-de-camp was seen walking up to them.
“Here’s Atkins,” observed Jack; “that’s unlucky, but he won’t interfere.”
“Gentlemen,” said Atkins, taking off his hat with much solemnity, “the Governor particularly wishes to speak to you both.”
“We can’t come just now—we’ll be there in half an hour.”
“You must be there in three minutes, both of you. Excuse me, my orders are positive—and to see them duly executed I have a corporal and a file of men behind that wall—of course, if you walk with me quietly there will be no occasion to send for their assistance.”
“This is confounded tyranny,” cried Jack. “Well may they call him King Tom.”
“Yes,” replied Atkins, “and he governs here in rey absoluto—so come along.”