By his voice I at once recognised Paul Lobo.
“Are my mother, sister, Don Ricardo, and the rest well?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, I hab a good account to give ob dem,” he replied; “but tell me, has el señor doctor escaped, and is de house safe?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Den come on with me, for I hab much to tell you, and we may be discovered if seen speaking here.”
I said that I had to go to the market and obtain
some food, and that I wished to inquire about my uncle, Dr Cazalla, and the Monteverdes.
“Buy de food, by all means, but do not venture to make furder inquiries; I can tell you all you want to know,” he said.
Seeing some one approaching, he drove on his mule, singing out, “Who wants to buy canes—sound straight canes?” though he did not stop for any one to answer him.