"Are you ready?"
"One moment," don Felipe answered, as he rose in his turn; "before crossing swords with you, I have two requests to make."
"Go on."
"Is the duel we are going to fight mortal?"
"Here is the proof," the adventurer answered, as he unfastened his mask and threw it from him.
"Good," he said; "the proof you give me is quite sufficient, and one of us must die. Let us suppose it is I."
"Any supposition is unnecessary, the fact is certain."
"I admit it," the guerillero answered coldly; "in the case of it being realized, do you promise me to do what I am about to ask of you?"
"Yes, on my honour, if it be possible."
"Thanks—it is possible; it is merely to be my residuary legatee."