“It may be that,” answered Diego, looking a little shamefaced.
“Well, tell it, and let us be thankful that you have relented.”
“You may laugh as you will,” said Diego, quite seriously; “but I do assure you that you had so frightened me that I could not tell right from wrong, and could only see that I must not turn informer. You will understand better when I tell you.”
“I was wrong, Diego. Speak freely now.”
“I suppose you knew as well as I that the men were dissatisfied.”
“I had been stupid else.”
“But I was certain from words I had heard fall that something, I knew not what, was to be attempted last night. That was what I would have told you had you permitted me.”
“Say no more about it, say no more about it,” laughed Martin Alonzo.
“I did not refer to it in reproach,” said Diego, “but only to show that I was suspicious and anxious; though the most I looked for was a mutiny, which should force you to turn back, and that I would not have been unthankful for, though I would have warned you, too.”