He took off his mask, concealed his weapons, and lay back in a butaca. Almost immediately the doors opened, and a man appeared. It was Lanzi, the half-breed; he was dressed like the sailors of the port, with canvas trousers drawn in round the hips, a white shirt, with a blue turned down collar, with a white edging, and a tarpaulin hat.
"Well," the Chief asked, without turning, "why did you warn us, Lanzi?"
"It is highly necessary," the other answered.
"Is it serious, then?"
"You shall judge for yourself. The governor is coming hither with several officers and a company of soldiers."
"General Rubio?"
"In person."
"Hang it!" the conspirator said, "Are we threatened with a domiciliary visit?"
"You will soon know, for I hear him."
"Very good; we shall see what they want of us. In the meanwhile take this mask and these weapons."