Don Martial bent forward, and slightly lowered the shutter.
"Curumilla!" he cried, in amazement, as he drew back. "He, and so well disguised?"
"Do you now believe that he will be surprised?"
"I was wrong."
"No, but you do not take the trouble to reflect."
"Well, I will put on the gown since I must. Still, with your permission, I will keep my weapons under it."
"Caspita! my permission? On the contrary, I order you to do so. But what are they?"
"You shall see. A machete, a knife, and a pair of pistols."
"That is first-rate. If necessary, I shall be able to find you a rifle. Trust to me for that."
While talking thus, the Tigrero had changed his dress; that is to say, he had simply put the gown over his other clothes, fastened the rope round his body, and substituted the sandals for his boots.