"Does the Sambo know what sentiment conducted his son to San Lazaro? The Sambo, I trust, is sure of his son?"
The eyes of the Indian flashed, and the blood mounted to his cheek. The ferocious Manangani recoiled.
But the Indian controlled himself, and said:
"If Martin Paz has betrayed his brethren, I will first kill all those to whom he has given his friendship, all those to whom he has given his love! Then I will kill him, and myself afterward, that nothing may be left beneath the sun of an infamous, and dishonored race."
At this moment, the padrona opened the door of the room, advanced toward the Sambo, and handed him a billet directed to his address.
"Who gave you this?" said he.
"I do not know; this paper may have been designedly forgotten by a chica-drinker. I found it on the table."
"Have there been any but Indians here?"
"There have been none but Indians."
The padrona went out; the Sambo unfolded the billet, and read aloud: