"Wilhelm," he said to him, "you love your captain, do you not, my lad?"
While uttering these words his searching glance was plunged into the smuggler's eyes, as if questioning his thoughts.
"I love the captain? Der Teufel! do you doubt it, lieutenant?"
"No! that will do; you are an honest fellow."
"All right."
"But listen to me. Will you save him?"
"Certainly. What am I to do for that?"
"I will tell you. Where is Leon's band?"
"At Valparaíso."
"How many men does it consist of at this moment?"