"Yes; and I was in a dreadful fright at the moment, for I had recognised you already, señor: God knows what would have happened had you met."
"And now, is this lieutenant to be trusted?"
Luco shook his head sorrowfully.
"He! Mi amo, take heed. He is one of the most ferocious mashorqueras of that evil dog Rosas."
"The devil he is!" said Don Leoncio, with a troubled look. "I fear, my poor Luco, your too great confidence has led us into a hornet's nest, out of which we shall have some trouble to escape safe and sound."
"It is a difficult case—I will not attempt to deny it. You must be very cautious, and let no one strike your trail. The principal thing is to gain time."
"True," said Don Leoncio, plunging into a reverie.
"How many are there of you?" said Don Diego, mixing in the conversation for the first time.
"Thirty-five, counting the lieutenant, señor; but he is a devil incarnate, and counts for four at least."
"Pooh!" replied Don Diego carelessly, while he stroked his blonde moustache; "we are seven when we count you, my good fellow."