"There it lies, floating among the rocks and foam yonder," replied a third ruffian.
"Dead?"
"Ay, dead as Judas."
"Demonios! How can these cursed fiends have escaped us?"
"Fiends they appear to be, certainly. They were but three in number, and a hundred shots have missed them, while they have slain some of our best men."
"By all the might of hell!" exclaimed Narvaez, in a voice of bitter rage, "they shall not escape us, if we once more gain sight of them. To the gay bravo with the large black feathers I bear a hatred, that every drop of blood in his coward heart only can quench. To think that they should escape us scathless, after having slain so many!"
"Poor Julian Diaz!" said Vadija. "A more jolly monk was not in Estremadura, where there are well nigh six thousand of the cord and cowl."
"Dios! it maddens me!"
"And then the brave Lazarillo de Xeres de los Cavalleros—"
"How, Vadija! what of him?"