"I wasn't there," he said; "I was collecting chickens in the neighborhood, just to save them from the foxes and the pip."
"Do you know how to steal chickens? Well, that is a natural accomplishment which may be very useful. But tell me if the Spaniard finished his dying?"
"Monsieur d'Alvimar?" said Mario, beginning to understand Pilar's story, and no longer to look upon it as a dream.
"Yes, yes," said Macabre, "that dog of a Papist who turned my stomach with his prayers!"
"He died this morning."
"He did well, the lunatic! And what about Sancho? He's much more of a man; bigoted as he is, he understands matters. Where is he now?"
"He is hiding."
"Why doesn't he join me here?"
"As I told you, you are in danger here, and he knows it."
"What danger? Will old Pignoux betray us?"