"To the point," El Buitre suddenly interrupted him; "we have no time to lose in silly remarks."
The landlord understood that he must be brief, if he did not wish to bring down certain unpleasantnesses on himself.
"The fact is this," he said: "I have in my house, at the present moment, several rich travellers."
"We know it. What next?"
"Among them is the Señor Colonel—"
"Don Sebastian Guerrero, proceeding to Tepic with his daughter and four servants," the lieutenant interrupted him. "What next?"
"What next?" the landlord said, sadly discountenanced.
"Yes, what next?"
"That is all."
"What, you scoundrel! And you had the effrontery to venture among us, only to tell us a thing we knew as well as yourself?" El Garrucholo exclaimed.