“No,” answered Diego, “I don’t care to shake hands with you. I want to fight you. I don’t like you. I was wrong about you, and I had to come to tell you. If I had known it before I could not have fought you. And I can’t fight you again if you don’t let me be even with you in some way.”
“Oh, very well; but you needn’t be so particular,” said Juan. “I’m ready to fight you at any time.”
“How can I fight you,” said Diego, passionately, “if I am under obligation to you?”
“Well, what will you do about it?” asked Juan, wonderingly.
“Have you told the sailors yet about the caravels?” demanded Diego.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” was the hesitating answer. “What does it matter?”
“It matters a great deal. My cousin must know about it.”