The convict, who had been examining the delicate and wasted form of Perico, interrupted with a movement of disdain.
"Well, if he makes too much noise for you, quarter him upon the king." [Footnote 186]
[Footnote 186: Put him into the street.]
"No, indeed!" cried Martha, "poor unfortunate! I have a son in America who may be at this very hour in the same condition, abandoned by every one, and calling, as this one calls, for his mother. No, no, sir, we shall not desert him. Neither Our Lady, whose scapular he wears, nor I."
"Buy him sweetmeats," said the convict, and went down.
"What news?' he asked of the innkeeper.
"They say that a reward is to be offered for Diego's head."
"What?" asked the convict again, with quick and unusual interest. The innkeeper repeated what he had said. The convict considered a moment, and then continued,
"Where do they think we are?"