"Don Pedro, let us go to San Julian."
"I will carry you, then, at a walking pace; your head has not closed again yet, and a rapid ride would envenom the wound."
"No matter; I must go there with the speed of the wind."
"Then you want to kill yourself?"
"I do not care. I think you love Don Valentine Cardoso and his daughter."
"Caray! If I love them! I would lay down my life for them."
"The happiness, perhaps the life, of Doña Concha is at stake; you can see that mine is of no consequence."
"That is true," the bombero said, with an air of conviction.
"Then you consent?"
"I do."