“That’s the truth, Señor.”
“Who?”
“I ask you who ordered you to revolt.”
“What revolt, Señor?”
“That one last night, when you were in the tribunal yard.”
“Ah, Señor!” exclaimed Andong, blushing.
“Who was to blame for that?”
“My mother-in-law, Señor.”
A laugh of surprise followed this reply. The alferez stopped and looked sharply at the simple peasant, who believed that his words had produced a good effect. More animated, he was about to continue when the crack of a whip cut him short.