"Master Garote," the latter said, turning to him, "I have called you, because I want to speak seriously with you."
"I am at your Excellency's orders," he answered.
"You doubtless remember," Bloodson went on, "the compact you made when I admitted you into my cuadrilla?"
Andrés bowed his affirmative.
"I remember it," he said.
"Very good. Are you still angry with Red Cedar?"
"Not exactly with Red Cedar, Excellency; personally he never did me much harm."
"That is true; but you still have, I suppose, the desire to avenge yourself on Fray Ambrosio?"
A flash of hatred shot from the gambusino's eye.
"I would give my life to have his."