"Certainly I will," answered the other, who began to have some idea of who he was speaking to.
Marcelino drew a pocket-book from his breast and wrote in pencil a line only to say that he was safe, signing it only with one letter, M. Then tearing out the leaf, he folded it up and handed it to Lieutenant Gordon, saying:
"There is no treason in it, but it may give ease to an anxious heart."
"She shall have it as soon as I can get off," replied the other.
They shook hands cordially together, and Marcelino raising his hat turned away, and walked off deliberately but rapidly through the quinta.
"He is her brother, or I am a Dutchman," said Lieutenant Gordon to himself, as he watched him till he disappeared among the trees; "and a fine fellow, too; what a pity we should have to fight those fellows!"