"Reveal!" cried Guillem, and immediately the hands were turned up with the knuckle-bones.
"Fourteen!" again he shouted, as he held up the piece his daughter had exposed.
"Was ever luck like this!" stormed one man. "And I—I never draw above five."
"Well; what is your request?" asked Guillem.
"You have sworn to grant it me."
"Yes; if not against rule."
"Then make me one of the Company!"
A pause, then a shout: "The Red Cross! The Red Cross! Vive the new Companion!"
In an instant a piece of crimson silk brocade, an ecclesiastical vestment, was torn to shreds, and the rough hands of the freebooters were fastening two strips crosswise to Noémi's arm.