"In that case go."
The majordomo ran off.
"What do you intend to do?" the count asked.
"You shall see," the young man replied, with flashing eyes; "by Heaven, a glorious idea has occurred to me. These brigands will probably seize the hacienda, and we are too weak to resist them, and it is only a question of time for them; but, by Jupiter, it shall cost them dearly."
"I do not understand you."
"Ah," the young man continued, in a state of feverish excitement; "ah, they wish to open a wide passage; well, I undertake to make it for them; wait a while."
At this moment the majordomo returned, bringing not one, but three barrels on a truck; each of these barrels contained about 120 pounds of gunpowder.
"Three barrels!" Dominique exclaimed, joyously; "All the better: in this way each of us will have his own."
"But what do you intend doing?"
"I mean to blow them up, by heaven!" he exclaimed. "Come to work! Imitate me!"