“We are near the house—will you still make the attempt to take him along?” inquired Raoul, referring to the boy Narcisso.
“By all means! Show me the place,” replied I, half-ashamed at having almost forgotten, in the midst of our own perils, the object of our enterprise.
Raoul pointed to a large house with portals and a great door in the centre.
“There, Captain—there it is.”
“Go under that shadow and wait. I shall be better alone.”
This was said in a whisper. My companion did as directed.
I approached the great door and knocked boldly.
“Quien?” cried the porter within the saguan.
“Yo,” I responded.
The door was opened slowly and with caution.