"With the Commander-in-Chief of the Texan army," the Jaguar answered.
"We do not recognise any Texan army," the Major-domo said drily. "Texas forms an integral portion of Mexico; her army, the only one she ought to possess, is Mexican."
"If you do not know the one I have the honour of commanding," the Jaguar said with a smile of superb irony, "ere long, please Heaven, it will have made so much noise, that you will be compelled to recognise it."
"That is possible; but for the present we do not know it."
"Then, you do not wish to parley?"
"With whom?"
"Come, Caballero, suppose we are frank with one another—are you willing?"
"I wish for nothing better."
"You know as well as I do that we are fighting for our independence."
"Very good. In that case you are insurgents?"