"By reaching it."
"Come, come, hidalgo mio."
"I'm no hidalgo," said the man roughly.
"But you ought to be. I've seen many less deserving of it," resumed the traveller.
"I dare say," retorted the muleteer.
"If you'll conduct us within view of the castle you shall be rewarded."
"As I should well deserve."
"Ah, your deserts may be greater than our purse."
But the man moved on.
"Halte-là, friend! I like your company so well that I must have it a little longer." And the officer pulled out a pistol. "Will you, or will you not, guide us to the castle of the Conde?"