"But who is to undertake this delicate mission?" asked the monk.
"I, con mil demonios!" the gambusino exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with greed at the thought of the rich ransom he would demand.
"But if Red Cedar were to find out," the monk remarked, "that we surrendered his prisoner?"
"Who will tell him?"
"I am sure I shan't."
"Nor I."
"It is very easy; the girl will have escaped."
"Quite true."
"Do not let us lose time, then. You have a horse?"
"I have two."