"I tell you, sir," said Gil Perez. "Estéban Vincaz was Don Bartolomé Ramonez, son to Don Luis. Bad son 'e was, if you like, sir. Wil' oats, what you call. All the sama nobleman, all the sama only son to Don Luis."
Manvers considered this oracle with what light he had. "Don Luis supposes that I killed his son, then," he said. "Is that it?"
"'E damsure," said Gil Perez, blinking fast.
"On Manuela's account—eh?"
"Like a shot!" cried Gil Perez with enthusiasm.
"So of course he thinks it his duty to kill me in return."
"Of course 'e does, sir," said Gil. "I tell you, 'e is proud like the devil."
"I understand you," said Manvers. "But why does he hire a servant to do his revenges?"
"Because 'e think you dog," Gil replied calmly. "'E not beara touch you witha poker."
Manvers laughed, and said, "We'll leave it at that. Now I want to know one more thing. How on earth did Don Luis find out that I was in the wood with Manuela and his son?"