“Holy St. Martin!” growled Miguel, “does the little priestling think we are confessing to him?”
“You will learn soon enough what has been done if you will swear; but if you do not take the oath and that at once, it is like you will not be alive to learn,” answered Juan, angrily.
“I will swear,” said Diego.
“Where’s a crucifix?” said Juan to Miguel.
“You may be sure the priestling has one,” answered Miguel. “And let me warn you, boy,” he said, savagely, “if you break your oath, you shall not escape.”
“Here’s my crucifix,” said Diego, “and if I swear I will keep my word. Now what shall I swear?”
“Swear that you will say nothing of what you have seen or heard,” said Juan.
“Stop!” growled Miguel, suspiciously, “do not forget that he is a fray, or hopes to be, and that it is his trade to juggle with words. Make him swear in such a way that he cannot get around it.”
“I will swear honestly what you like,” said Diego, indignantly.
“You are too ready to swear,” said Miguel with all the suspicion of ignorance.