“Liar! she is within these walls. See! yonder the dog howls by the door. Why is that?”
Carlos pointed to a door in the lower part of the building, where the dog Cibolo was at that moment seen, whining and making other demonstrations, as if he wanted to get inside! A soldier was endeavouring to drive him off.
Vizcarra looked mechanically as directed. He saw the dog. He saw the soldier too; but dared not make a signal to him. The keen blade was gleaming before his eyes. The question of the cibolero was repeated.
“Why is that?”
“I—I—know not—”
“Liar again! She has gone in by that door. Where is she now? Quick, tell me!”
“I declare, I know not. Believe me—”
“False villain! she is here. I have tracked you through all your paths—your tricks have not served you. Deny her once more, and this to your heart. She is here!—Where—where—I say?”
“Oh! do not murder me. I shall tell all. She—she—is—here. I swear I have not wronged her; I swear I have not—”
“Here, ruffian—stand at this point—close to the wall here.—Quick!”