"Are we going far?"
"Only a few paces; behind the barracks of the Acordades, in a small street called the Callejón del Pájaro."
"Hum! and what am I to do in this street?"
"What a suspicious man you are!" the first horseman said with a laugh. "Listen to me then. About the middle of the Callejón I shall stop before a house of rather poor appearance; a man will come and hold my horse while I enter. A few minutes later you will pull up there; after assuring yourself that you are not followed you will dismount; give your horse to the man who is holding mine, and without saying a word to him, or letting him see your face, you will enter the house, and shut the door after you. I shall be in the yard, and will lead you to a place where we shall be able to talk in safety. Does that suit you?"
"Famously; although I do not understand why I, who have set foot in Mexico today for the first time, should find it necessary to employ such mighty precautions."
The first horseman laughed sarcastically.
"Do you wish to succeed?" he asked.
"Of course," the other exclaimed energetically, "even if it cost me my life."
"In that case do as you are recommended."
"Go on, I follow you."