“But you have no arms.”
“Wait until the Count’s money comes—it won’t be long now.”
“Are you going to oppose the troops?”
“The troops will join us.”
“Then what? What are you going to do then?”
“If I win,—proclaim the Republic.”
Quentin looked closely at Pacheco.
“The poor man,” he thought, “he has gone mad with the idea of greatness.”
At this moment El Taco, a corrupt individual who had been made Pacheco’s lieutenant, came in to say that some men were waiting for him below.
“I’ll be back,” said the bandit.