Francisco Alvarez had drank of wine that evening, and his blood was warm.

He, too, dreamed a great dream.
"You are a man of discretion and you have helped me.

I speak to you as one devoted to my cause.

If you should but breathe what I say to another I would first swear that it was a lie, and then deliver you to these five gentlemen, former friends of yours, who would tear you in pieces." Braxton Wyatt shivered again, and the Spaniard, seeing the shiver, laughed and was convinced.
"Why should I betray you ?" said the renegade.

"I have no motive to do so and every possible motive to keep faith." "I know it," replied Alvarez, "and that is why I speak.