"I have very often heard your name, Señor caballero," interrupted Don Pablo.
"Two others, captains of his Majesty, have been attached to me," continued Don Antonio, directing the partisan's attention to them, "Don Lucio Ortega and Don Estevan Mendoza."
The two officers, whose names had just been mentioned, ceremoniously bowed.
Pincheyra darted a piercing look at them, and addressing him who had been designated by the name of Don Estevan Mendoza—
"Prudence, no doubt, has induced you, caballero, to conceal yourself modestly under the name of Don Estevan."
"Señor—" stammered the Spaniard.
"Reassure yourself, caballero," continued Don Pablo; "although these precautions are useless, I understand your scruples; your incognito shall be respected."
Don Estevan—or at least the person who had given himself this name—blushed with shame and confusion at these cutting words, but he found no words to answer, and bowed silently with an ill-concealed gesture of spite.
Don Pablo smiled slyly, and turning towards Don Antonio—
"Continue, I beg, caballero," said he.