The guerillero turned pale, but made no reply.
"Good: I see that your memory fails you, but I will come to its aid."
"It is unnecessary," don Felipe replied, raising his head and appearing to form a resolution; "as chance permitted me to see your features, you told me—"
"I know—I know," the adventurer interrupted.
"Well, I am going to keep the promise I made you."
"All the better," he said resolutely. "After all, a man can only die once; as well today as another day. I am ready to meet you."
"I am delighted to find you in such a warlike temper," the adventurer coldly answered; "restrain your ardour a little, pray: everything shall have its turn, I assure you, but that is not the point for the moment."
"What is it, then?" the guerillero asked with amazement.
"I am going to tell you."
The adventurer smiled again, rested his elbows on the table, and leaned over slightly to the guerillero.