"You, Senor?" demanded an incredible, drowsy voice.
"Yes; it's I—-Reade."
"A thousand pardons, Senor!"
"So this is you, Nicolas?"
"Yes, Senor."
"What are you doing here?"
"The negro got away from me."
"I know that, but—-"
"I could not help it, Senor. I assure you I was not careless."
"I never knew you to be careless, Nicolas."