Captain Alvarez," he said with the grave courtesy that became him so well, "and therefore I will bid you good day." A thin smile passed over the face of the Spaniard and the blue eyes shed a momentary, metallic gleam.
"I pray you not to be in haste, Senor Cotter," he said.

"Be our guest for a while." "I must go," replied Paul, "although I thank you for the courtesy." "But we cannot part with you now," said the Spaniard, "you are on Spanish soil.

Others of your kind may be near, also, and you and they have come, uninvited.

I would know more about it." "You mean that you will detain me ?" said Paul in surprise.
The Spaniard delicately stroked his pointed beard.
"Perhaps that is the word," he replied.

"As I said, you have trespassed upon our domain, and I must hold you, for a time, at least.