The judge turned to the clerk:
“You will read him this declaration later, and have him sign it.”
He then rang the bell and the guard appeared.
“He is to continue in solitary.”
Manuel left the office, walking out erect. Several of the judge’s expressions had cut him to the soul, but he was satisfied with his deposition; they hadn’t got him all mixed up.
He returned to the dungeon and stretched out upon the bench.
“The judge wants to make me out as an accomplice in the crime. Either that fellow is mighty stupid or mighty wicked. Well, let’s hope for the best.”
At noon the dungeon door opened to admit two men. One was Calatrava; the other, El Garro.
“Hello, kid; I’ve just read in the papers that you were arrested,” said Calatrava.
“As you see. Here they’ve got me.”