"Have you? Where? I have not been so far as this since I was a boy," replied Marcelino.
"When the English——"
"How? Were you with us at Perdriel?"
"Yes. I saw you there every day."
"And after, what became of you?"
"I escaped by a miracle, and came straight back to my father's house."
"Were you with Don Juan Martin?"
"Yes. I followed him right up to the English, but they confounded us with shot. Caramba! how the bullets went, phiz! phiz! I shall never forget it. I missed a stroke at one of them with my lance, and before I knew what had happened my horse reared and fell over with me, and caught my leg so that I could not get away. Dios! what moments those were! it appeared a century. Afterwards, when they were coming to finish me, there was a tall man, one of the city, who spoke to them in their own Castilian, so they let me go, and he gave me a horse, but I did not feel safe till I got back here. Dios mio! for days I did not know whether I was alive or dead. And you, where were you that day? You will excuse me the question."
"I was in the quinta all the time."
"Jesus!" exclaimed the wife. "Venceslao said they killed all that were there."