Don Jaime sharply interrupted him.
"Very good; did Domingo give you no other message for me?" he asked, fixing on him a fiery glance.
The ranchero became confused.
"Excellency," he stammered.
"Confound the Briton," the adventurer exclaimed; "what cause have you to tremble so? Come, speak or choke."
"Excellency," he said resolutely, "I am afraid I have done a stupid thing."
"By Heaven! I suspected it, if only from your air of contrition. Well, what is this folly?"
"It is," he continued, "that Domingo appeared in such despair at not knowing where to find you—he seemed to have such a desire to speak to you, that—"
"That you could not hold your tongue, and revealed to him—"
"Where you live; yes, Excellency."