He frowned, seemed to hesitate for an instant, but soon formed his decision, smiled ironically, and saying half-aloud, "It is better as it is," made his horse execute a traverse, and placed himself exactly across the middle of the road, so as to bar the passage completely.
The two arrivals, who greedily watched all his motions, took good note of the hostile appearance of Don Fernando's position: neither seemed to feel alarm, and both advanced at the same speed as before. The cavalier coming from the pueblo was much nearer Don Fernando than Don Torribio was, and was soon close to him.
Mexicans, of all ranks and however little education, have an instinctive knowledge of social decorum, which never deceives them, and a refined politeness which would astonish the inhabitants of the Old World.
As soon as Don Fernando found the stranger within reach of his voice, he slightly altered the position of his horse, doffed his hat, and said, with a low bow:
"Señor caballero, permit me to ask you a question."
"Caballero," replied the stranger, with no less politeness, "it will be an honour to me."
"My name is Don Fernando Carril."
"And mine, Don Estevan Diaz."
"Señor Don Estevan, I am happy to make your acquaintance. Would you throw away ten minutes in my company?"
"Señor Don Fernando, however pressed for time I might be, I would stop to enjoy your society."