"That is different; then I will not delay you. Once again I thank you, sir."
"I have acted in accordance with my conscience; you owe me no thanks."
The three men quitted the hall, and proceeded towards the isthmus battery, talking of indifferent matters. About half way they met Don Blas, the capataz. Don Sylva made him a sign to join them, and when he was near them explained to him in two words the events that were preparing, and the part he would have to play.
"Voto a Brios!" the capataz exclaimed joyously. "I thank you, Don Sylva, for this good news. We shall have a row at last, then, with those Apache dogs! Caray! They'll see some fun, I swear."
"I trust entirely to you, Blas."
"But at what place must I await this caballero?"
"That is true: we have not fixed the place of meeting."
"About three leagues from here, on the Guaymas road, at a place where the road makes a bend, there is an isolated hill called, I think, El Pan de Azucar: you can ambush there without any fear of discovery. I will join you at this spot with my friends."
"That is agreed. At about what hour?"
"I cannot say for certain: that must depend on circumstances."