"I am saying," the count replied coldly, "that you can have their corpses sought for in the passage, all will be found there, for all have fallen there."
A shudder of terror ran along the ranks of the guerilleros at these words.
There was a silence. Cuéllar was reflecting. He raised his head, every trace of emotion had disappeared from his face, and he looked around him as searching for something.
"Are you looking for a light?" Dominique asked him, as he advanced toward him candle in hand: "Pray light your cigarette, señor."
And he politely held out the candle.
Cuéllar lit his cigarette, and returned the candlestick.
"Thanks, señor," he said.
Dominique rejoined his companions.
"So then," said Cuéllar, "you request a capitulation."
"You are mistaken, señor," the count replied coolly; "on the contrary, we offer you one."