"Hilloh, though," Diego suddenly exclaimed, "what has become of Crevel?"
"He has gone to lock up his lads," Wilhelm replied.
"A good precaution; but he is a long time over it."
"Here he is," a smuggler remarked.
"Señor Don Diego!" Crevel said with amazement, on perceiving the ex-lieutenant of the band.
"Good evening, Crevel. I am delighted to find you in such good health."
"Thanks, caballero, but you are too obliging."
"Come, make haste, take off your apron, put on your cloak, and come with us."
"I?" the landlord said, with a start of terror.
"Yes, you."