“A word with you, master!”
“Concerning what?” Barbados demanded.
The man edged closer. “Master, I have a present for you—a goodly piece of loot that is not in the common store.”
“How is this?” Barbados said. “You steal from your comrades?”
“Softly, master, else they hear!” the man whispered. “This is something special, and I got it for you.”
“In Reina de Los Angeles?”
“Sí, master! In Reina de Los Angeles. It was while we were in the church there.”
“In the church?” Barbados gasped.
“When the old fray first stood us off, master, and before you came. We had rushed forward, and I was in the van. And when the old fray was hurled backward the first time, I got it.”
“And what is it?”