“Of course you can, Señor Colonel. Only say what you wish done. Your commands are sufficient authority for me.”
“Well,” said Santander, after an interval apparently spent in considering, “as a first step, I wish you to give these gentlemen an airing in the street; not alone the Tejanos, but all four.”
“Caspita!” exclaimed the governor, with a look of feigned surprise. “They ought to be thankful for that.”
“They won’t, however. Not likely; seeing their company, and the occupation I want them put at.”
“Which is?”
“A little job in the zancas!”
“In which street?”
“The Callé de Plateros. I observe that its stones are up.”
“And when?”
“To-morrow—at midday. Have them there before noon, and let them be kept until night, or, at all events, till the procession has passed. Do you quite understand me?”