At the word "apologies" the general quivered, but soon regained command of himself.
"Where do you desire that I should communicate to you the orders of my Government?"
"At this spot, sir. I have, thanks to Heaven, nothing to hide from my brave comrades."
The general, though evidently annoyed, dismounted. The ladies and officers who accompanied him did the same. The escort alone remained on horseback, with their ranks closed up. At an order from Don Louis several tables were produced, and instantaneously covered with refreshments, of which the French officers began to do the honours with the grace and gaiety that distinguish their nation. The general and the count seated themselves on butacas, placed in the doorway of the mission church, near a table, on which were pen, ink, and paper.
There was a lengthened silence. It was evident that neither wished to be the first to speak. The general at length opened the conversation.
"Oh, oh!" he said, "you have guns with you?"
"Did you not know it, general?"
"My faith, no!"
And he added, with a sarcastic smile,—
"Do you intend to pursue the Apaches with such weapons?"