"So then, count," the general replied, "you are head of the garrison?"
"Yes, señor—"
"General Don Pancho Bustamente."
"And is this garrison numerous?" he resumed.
"Hum! tolerably so."
"Some thirty men, perhaps?" said the general, with an insinuating smile.
"Thereabouts," the count replied, without hesitation.
The general rose.
"What, count," he exclaimed, with feigned anger, "do you pretend, with thirty men, to resist the five hundred Araucano warriors who surround you?"
"Any why not?" the young man replied coolly.