Chapter IV.
Diego looked into the eyes of the boy who stood by his side, and in their sullen depths he saw a gleam of malicious triumph, which he did not fail to understand. The boy was gloating over the plight he had fallen into.
It made it no easier for Diego to submit to the mockery of the other that he was being treated to his own sauce. The sauce was all the less palatable that it was of his own making. And, then, to have it served by a miserable jail-bird!
“You will do well to keep your distance,” he said to the boy.
“Ha, ha!” jeered the boy, “so young to die!”
“Say that again,” said Diego, “and I will so do to you that you will forget the jail you came from.”
A flush rose to the sallow face of the boy, and he said fiercely between his teeth:
“So young to die!”
