"Well, what of that? You know what my father said."
I spoke boldly, as if there could be nothing in the business; but José smiled grimly.
"Look here, Jack," said he at length, "we can easily settle this affair. If Montilla is innocent, there's no harm done; if he's guilty—well, better for one to suffer than thousands."
"What do you propose?"
"To waylay this Lureña. He is almost certain to have papers on him which will tell all we wish to know."
"I can't do it, José. Don Felipe is Rosa's father, and I am reluctant to bring trouble to her."
"Would you rather sacrifice your own father and mother?"
"How dare you ask such a question, José?" I cried angrily.
"I dare anything for my master," said he, unmoved. "If the Spaniards win, your father is doomed, and you also, while your mother will be a beggar. See, Jack, I have no right to speak thus, but I can't help it. With or without your help, I intend getting to the bottom of this matter."
I knew José of old, and that once his mind was made up, no amount of threats or coaxing would turn him from his purpose.