This was plain to Appleby, though his perceptions were somewhat blunted by the anger he felt. Morales’ suggestion that he was capable of such treachery stung him to the quick, but he was quite aware that the retort incisive would be puerile folly, and that if he was to prove he realized his obligation to Harding he must proceed circumspectly. As affairs stood just then Morales held him beneath his thumb.
“It is a proposal that must have consideration. There are difficulties,” he said, and hoped his voice did not betray him.
“I think,” said Morales dryly, “that haste would be advisable.”
“Still, I must have until this time to-morrow.”
Morales rose, put on his kepi, and buckled on his sword. Then he turned to Appleby with a little significant smile.
“Until then, though it is quite unnecessary,” he said. “I think a very few minutes’ reflection will convince you that my proposal should be acceded to. In that case you will find me at the cuartel any time to-morrow.”
Appleby went out with him, and as they descended the stairway the officer stopped.
“I fancy I heard somebody in the shadows yonder,” he said.
“Yes,” said Appleby dryly, raising his voice a trifle, “it is quite likely that somebody is there. In this country one takes precautions. You, however, have my word that in your case there is no necessity for apprehension.”
Morales laughed a little. “It is well that I took mine, but I will ask you for your company as far as the carretera, Señor Appleby. One does not attach too much importance even to the word of a gentleman just now.”