"Perfectly, caballero."
"But you have grave motives, no doubt, for acting thus?"
"Certainly, caballero," answered Mataseis; "your service is very agreeable—you see that we render you full justice—too agreeable indeed, for we have nothing to do!"
"What! Nothing to do?" cried the young man.
"Yes, in our line," replied Sacatripas, making a significant gesture, and placing his hand on the knife placed in his polena.
"And that displeases you?"
"Considerably, señor."
"But if it pleases me that it should be so—since you are paid, notwithstanding, what does it matter to you?"
"Very much, caballero; we are men of action—we are, señor, known caballeros, and we have a reputation to sustain. It is not for nothing that we are called Sacatripas and Mataseis; we are getting rusty in your service, señor; and, moreover," added he with dignity, "we rob you of your money; that will not do."
"What do you mean—rob me of my money?"