"True; but I intend to see him tomorrow."
The Tigercat shrugged his shoulders in disdain.
"Let us speak of more serious matters," said he. "How do we stand?"
"I have followed your instructions in everything. For two years, since the time I first made my appearance in San Lucar, I have lost no single opportunity of forming connections, which will, I hope be of service to you later on. Although my appearance at the pueblo is rare, and my visits are short, I still think I have attained the object you proposed to yourself when you gave me my orders. The mystery with which I surround myself has been of more use to me than I dared to hope. I have attached to myself the greater number of the vaqueros and leperos in the presidio—gallows birds, but I can count upon them; they are devoted to me. These fellows only know me as Don Fernando Carril."
"Ah, I know all that," said the Tigercat.
"You do?" said the Mexican, looking at the old man with a glance of anger.
"Have I not told you I never left you out of my sight?"
"Yes—as far as my personal affairs are concerned."
"Well, the hour is come to gather the harvest we have sown among these villains. They will serve me better against their countrymen than the redskins in whom I dare not place perfect confidence. They are acquainted with Spanish tactics, and accustomed to firearms. Now that your part with the pícaros is over, I shall begin to play mine. I must enter into direct relation with them."
"As you please; I thank you for releasing me from the responsibility of an affair the object of which you have never thought fit to confide to me. I shall be glad to procure you the means of treating personally with the rascals I have engaged in your service."