"Six hundred and sixty thousand piastres (£132,000)."
The guerillero was dazzled.
"Caray!" he exclaimed, with conviction; "I lay down my arms before him. He is stronger than I. The affair of the Laguna Seca was nothing in comparison. But with this sum, hang it all! He will be in a condition to recommence the war."
"It is too late now; we have arranged for that, and the money will be spent in a few days," don Antonio remarked with an ugly smile: "trust to us for that."
"May Heaven grant it!"
"Such, for the present, is all the information it is possible for me to give you; I consider it tolerably important."
"Caray," the guerillero exclaimed, "it could not be more so."
"I hope, in a few days, to give you some of a more serious nature."
"Here?"
"Here at the same hour, and by means of the same signal."