"That then will account for the unusual interest of Juan Cateras, and why he preferred being left in charge.

A girl, hey, Merodiz! You saw the witch?
What sort was she ?" "An American, _senor_, young, and good to look at," the other man explained.

"Her eyes as blue as the skies." "Good! 'tis not often the gods serve us so well.

I forgive Cateras for failure to report such a prize, but from now on will see that he takes his proper place.

She was here when we came ?" "No, _senor_; the two Americanos brought her; it was Silva and I who put her in the cell." "At Cateras's order ?" "Yes, _senor_." "In what cell ?" "The second in the passage; the man who was here when we came has the one this way." "Caramba! this is all pleasant enough.