"The cowards!" the adventurer said, smiting the table with his fist.
"Were you ignorant of it?"
"Yes; I believed it to be still held by Miramón."
"The first business of the Juarists was, according to their invariable custom, to plunder and imprison the foreigners, and more especially the Spaniards residing in the town. Some were even shot without the pretence of a trial; the prisons are crowded; they have been obliged to employ several convents in which to bestow their prisoners. Terror reigns in Puebla."
"Go on, my friend; and don Andrés?"
"Don Andrés, as, of course, you are aware, is dangerously wounded."
"Yes, I know it."
"His state admits of but slight hopes; the governor of the town, in spite of the representations of the notables and the entreaties of all honest people, had don Andrés arrested as convicted of high treason—those are the very words of the warrant—in spite of the tears of his daughter and all his friends, he had been removed to the dungeons of the old Inquisition; the house occupied by don Andrés has been plundered and destroyed."
"Why, this is frightful! It is barbarity!"
"Oh, that is nothing as yet."