"Yes," he exclaimed eagerly, "I can kill him."
The capataz shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
"Kill him," he repeated, "nonsense; that is the vengeance of fools! Moreover, you will still be able to do that when all other means failed. No—you can do something else."
Don Martial looked at him earnestly. "You hate him too then, since you do not fear to speak to me as you are doing?"
"No matter whether I hate him or not, so long as I am willing to serve you."
"That is true," the Tigrero muttered.
"Besides," the capataz continued, "do you forget who recommended you to me?"
"Valentine," said Don Martial.
"Valentine; yes, Valentine, who saved my life as you have done, and to whom I have vowed an eternal gratitude."
"Oh," Don Martial said mournfully, "Valentine himself has given up any further contest with this demon."