"Señora," he said quickly to her, "we leave you for a little. Take me into the house, Señorita."
As she led the way the youth threw quick glances to right and left, taking his bearings.
"Is anyone in the house?" he asked.
"Francisco; all the other servants have fled."
"Where is he?"
"In the sala."
"Take me to him."
Afterwards he remembered the peremptoriness of his speech; at the moment neither noticed it.
Entering the room, he saw the servant loading and firing as imperturbably as before his mistress departed.
"That's right; go on firing," said the stranger. "Now upstairs, Señorita."