"I shall set out immediately after your departure."
The Tigrero looked at him in surprise.
"You're a fine fellow, Cucharés, on my soul!" he said presently. "I am delighted to find that I made no mistake about you."
"What would you?" the scamp answered modestly while winking his little grey eye. "The relations into which I entered with you are so agreeable to me, that I can refuse you nothing."
The two men began laughing at this sally, which might have been in better taste.
"Now that all is settled between us," Don Martial went on, "let us part."
"How did you come here?"
"Can't you see? By swimming: and you?"
"On my horse. I would offer to land you again, but we are going in opposite directions."
"For the present, yes."