I, Pereo, fear?
Dost thou think I would soil these hands, that might strike a higher quarry, with blood of thy game ?" "Forgive me, padrono," gasped Miguel, now thoroughly alarmed at the old man's awakened passion; "pardon; I meant that, since thou knowest him--" "I know him ?" repeated Pereo scornfully, contemptuously throwing Miguel aside, who at once took that opportunity to increase his distance from the old man's arm.

"I know him?
Thou shalt see.

Come hither, child," he called, beckoning to Guest.

"Come hither, thou hast nothing to fear now." Guest, who had been attracted by the sound of altercation behind him, but who was utterly unconscious of its origin or his own relation to it, came forward impatiently.

As he did so, Miguel took to his heels.
The act did not tend to mollify Guest's surly suspicions, and, pausing a few feet from the old man, he roughly demanded his business with him.
Pereo raised his head, with the dignity of years and habits of command.
The face of the young man confronting him was clearly illuminated by the moonlight.