"Can it be possible?" the two men exclaimed with stupefaction.
"It is so; whether you like it or not, I care little. I am the man to hold my own against both of you, and no one can prevent me restoring the maiden to her father, as I have resolved on doing."
"What do I hear?" said Fray Ambrosio.
"Hum!" the young man continued quickly, "Believe me, do not attempt any useless resistance, for I have resolved, if needs must, to pass over your bodies to success."
"But we have not the slightest wish—"
"Take care," he interrupted him in a voice full of menace and frowning, "I will only leave this house accompanied by her I wish to save."
"Sir," the monk remarked, in an authoritative voice which momentarily quelled the young savage, "two words of explanation."
"Make haste!" he answered, "For I warn you that my patience is exhausted."
"I do not insist on your listening any length of time. You have come here, you say, with the intention of delivering Doña Clara?"
"Yes," he answered impatiently, "and if you attempt to oppose it—"