"In fact," the officer added, "I have learned of all your adventures, young man. And I have no doubt you consider yourself quite a hero after what you have done against Spain. But you will live to regret it, I think."
And Clif saw that he had nothing to gain by pursuing that tack any further; he was silent, for he knew nothing more to do. The Spaniard went on:
"I know also of another affair of yours," he added. "It seems that your pig government sent a naval officer over to see that bandit robber Gomez. And our friend here, Ignacio, was leading him into our camp. I believe that was it, was it not, Ignacio?"
"It was, senor, and this Yankee here met us——"
"And wounded you and rescued the officer, with the aid of some of the robber's men, and that girl you told me about."
"Exactly," said Ignacio.
"What was her name?" the other continued. "Stuart, I think. We will soon manage to stop her tricks, I fancy."
Clif had been listening to their conversation without any particular interest. But suddenly as he heard that last speech his face flushed crimson and he half staggered back.
"Bessie Stuart!" he gasped, under his breath.
The Spanish officer was looking at him and he laughed as he saw the American's thunderstruck expression.