"Did I say that he had business with me?"
"Ha! By the saints—"
"The saints are better off your lips, señor—boaster and drunkard!"
"Do you wish to receive another beating, fray? I am riding on his excellency's business. Do not you delay me further! What said this pretty highwayman?"
"Nothing that I am at liberty to repeat to you, señor," Fray Felipe said.
Sergeant Gonzales pushed him aside roughly and entered the living-room, and his two troopers followed at his heels.
"Light the candelero!" Gonzales commanded his men. "Take candles, if you can find any. We search the house!"
"You search my poor house?" Fray Felipe cried. "And what do you expect to find?" Fray Felipe asked.
"I expect to find the piece of merchandise this pretty Señor Zorro left here, fray."