“You have some documents there,” (he still held the papers in his hand); “a portion of them belongs to me. I shall trouble you to hand them over.”
“Are you Captain Warfield?” he asked, after a pause, at the same time pretending to examine the superscription upon the commissary’s letter. I saw that his fingers trembled.
“I am Captain Warfield—you ought to know by this time?”
Without noticing the insinuation, he replied—
“True—there is a letter here bearing that address. I found it upon the road: you are welcome to it, señor.”
As he said this, he handed me the commissary’s order, still retaining the other documents.
“There was an enclosure. I perceive you have it in your hand. I beg you will make me equally welcome to that.”
“Oh! a note signed Ramon de Vargas? It was an enclosure?”
“Precisely so; and of course goes along with the letter.”
“Oh, certainly; here it is, señor.”