"Very good," continued Tom; "then during our excursion I shall always call you Don José Remero."
"Don José Remero be it."
"You must recollect that you are a captain in the Spanish navy, fled from home after a fatal duel."
"All right," grinned Pierre.
"Do not forget to take weapons. I can strongly recommend this tison. It is a perfect and choice rapier," said Tom; "have this long and pointed knife in your right boot. You may want it when you least expect. Do you ride?"
"Like a centaur," laughed the Frenchman.
"I am very glad to hear it; and now secure this carbine and this pair of pistols," continued Tom.
"Why, I shall look like an arsenal."
"My friend, it is the custom of the country," said Tom; "no one thinks of travelling in any other way."
"One does at Rome as Rome does. I'm your man," cried Pierre, laughing; "what do you think of me?"