"Ah! Ah!" the latter said with an ironical laugh, "So you recognize me, my dear don Felipe?"
"What do you want of me?" he stammered.
"Several things," the adventurer replied; "but let us proceed regularly, as there is no hurry."
The guerillero poured out a tumbler of Cataluña refino, raised it to his lips, and emptied it at a draught.
"Take care," the adventurer observed to him; "Spanish brandy is strong, it easily rises to the head; it is better, considering what is going to pass between us, for you to retain your coolness."
"That is true," the guerillero muttered; and seizing the bottle by the neck, he hurled it against the wall.
The adventurer smiled, then continued while carelessly rolling a cigarette between his fingers—
"I see that you have a good memory, and I am glad of it; I was afraid you had forgotten me."
"No, no; I remember our last meeting at Las Cumbres."
"Exactly: do you remember how that interview terminated?"