“Fetch me quill, ink and paper from that shelf. So! I have a message to write.”
“I am to carry it, señor?”
“No. You are to slip outside, climb the wall, and take station at the corner of it. If you hear horsemen in the distance you are to warn me at once—you understand?”
“But the others——”
“What others?”
“The hundred men waiting outside, señor.”
“Ah! ’Twas a jest at the expense of our sergeant. There has been no attack yet. And I am here alone.”
“Then you are in grave danger, señor? How does it happen you are here alone, when the soldiers hope to capture you? Why are you not at the camp?”
“That is my business, gentile!”
“But the camp—! You have betrayed it! You have told the true location to these men!”