"By no means. I sha'n't object to take the half, if you choose."
"Well," said he, "that's fair; so let's begin our breakfast. Would you mind sitting on that tree over there?"
He led the way to the fallen tree already mentioned, and the two seated themselves. He then opened the tin case and drew forth a few sandwiches. From these they made their frugal repast.
"You must cultivate patience," said the priest, as he ate. "I know exactly what's in your mind. You want to be off. But, according to the proverb, the more haste the less speed. Tell me—would you rather be here or in the hands of the Carlists?"
"Here."
"Well, I'm afraid if we move incautiously we may be seen and captured by the Carlists. So before we start I propose to reconnoitre. Will you remain here?"
"I will do whatever you direct."
"You are very good and sensible."
"Thanks; but where do you propose to go."
"I'm going to visit the castle over there."