“Aha, he won’t get away from me! I think I see him now.”
“I wouldn’t mistake him for any one else, even though he might look like him.”
Thus the two soldiers continued on their round.
By the light of the lanterns we may again see two shadowy figures moving cautiously along, one behind the other. An energetic “Quién vive?” stops both, and the first answers, “España!” in a trembling voice.
The soldiers seize him and hustle him toward a lantern to examine him. It is Lucas, but the soldiers seem to be in doubt, questioning each other with their eyes.
“The alferez didn’t say that he had a scar,” whispered the Visayan. “Where you going?”
“To order a mass for tomorrow.”
“Haven’t you seen Elias?”
“I don’t know him, sir,” answered Lucas.
“I didn’t ask you if you know him, you fool! Neither do we know him. I’m asking you if you’ve seen him.”