During all this verbiage, Garcia was thinking hard, and watching the new-comers' faces. He was far from being a fool. Were they, or were they not, ambassadors from Veintemilla? Would he accept a compromise, if they came to offer it? In a moment his mind was made up; he would refuse, and risk everything on the result of this rising, his large fortune and his life included.
At last the Marquis was able to speak.
"I have come to ask the assistance of the master of Peru."
At these words the Dictator, who was washing the soap from his face, looked up in surprise over a towel. He knew that the Marquis was a personal friend of Veintemilla. Natividad looked away uneasily, for he was compromising himself horribly.
"The master of Peru," repeated the Marquis, "whose motto is 'Liberty for all.' I want him to restore to me my two children, who have been stolen."
"Stolen! What do you mean, señor? Those who have done this thing shall be punished. I swear it by my ancestor, Pedro de la Vega, who gave his life for the True Faith, and was killed by the infidels in the year of grace 1537 at the Battle of Xauxa, in which he received seventeen
