“It is.”
“And have you, an English officer who has fought for Spain, actually sunk so low as to serve with a herd of ruffianly rebels?”
“At any rate, General Griscelli, I never deserted to the enemy.”
The taunt stung him to the quick. Livid with rage he sprung from his chair and placed his hand on his sword.
“Do you know that you are in my power?” he exclaimed. “Had you uttered this insult in Spanish instead of in French, I would have strung you up without more ado.”
“You insulted me first. If you are a true caballero give me the satisfaction which I have a right to demand.”
“No, señor; I don’t meet rebels on the field of honor. If they are common folk I hang them; if they are gentlemen I behead them.”
“Which is in store for us, may I ask?”
“Por Dios! you take it very coolly. Perhaps neither.”
“You will let me go, then?”