Two sparks shot from the eyes of the youngest, and he sprang to his feet. “Vive el cielo!” he cried. “What are their names?”
“Here is one,” said Señor Alonso, pointing to their chubby companion, who rose, and standing behind his chair as though to make a rampart of it, laid his hand on his sword and said quietly,
“And you can see the other now.”
“Rayos!”
“Por el infierno!”
The three swords flashed, but for a moment the hidalgos stood motionless and silent.
“Dios misericordioso!” exclaimed the innkeeper in accents of terror. “What are you going to do? Have you all taken leave of your senses? At least wait until you are sure that you have not made a mistake. And then, how are you going to fight? There are three of you, and all enemies.”
“Let me alone.”
“How can I let you alone when you are trying to ruin me? The police have never entered my house as yet, but if they should once succeed, everything would be lost, and my reputation ruined.”
“That will do.”