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gain。 I answered by shrugging my shoulders； as though to assure him I was perfectly easy in my mind； and we started on our way。
Antonio's mysterious signals； his evident anxiety； a few words dropped by the stranger； above all； his ride of thirty leagues； and the far from plausible explanation he had given us of it； had already enabled me to form an opinion as to the identity of my fellow…traveller。 I had no doubt at all I was in the company of a smuggler； and possibly of a brigand。 What cared I？ I knew enough of the Spanish character to be very certain I had nothing to fear from a man who had eaten and smoked with me。 His very presence would protect me in case of any undesirable meeting。 And besides； I was very glad to know what a brigand was really like。 One doesn't come across such gentry every day。 And there is a certain charm about finding one's self in close proximity to a dangerous being； especially when one feels the being in question to be gentle and tame。
I was hoping the stranger might gradually fall into a confidential mood； and in spite of my guide's winks； I turned the conversation to the subject of highwaymen。 I need scarcely say that I spoke of them with great respect。 At that time there was a famous brigand in Andalusia； of the name of Jose…Maria； whose exploits were on every lip。 〃Supposing I should be riding along with Jose…Maria！〃 said I to myself。 I told all the stories I knew about the herothey were all to his credit； indeed； and loudly expressed my admiration of his generosity and his valour。
〃Jose…Maria is nothing but a blackguard；〃 said the stranger gravely。
〃Is he just to himself； or is this an excess of modesty？〃 I queried； mentally； for by dint of scrutinizing my companion； I had ended by reconciling his appearance with the description of Jose…Maria which I read posted up on the gates of various Andalusian towns。 〃Yes； this must be hefair hair； blue eyes； large mouth； good teeth； small hands； fine shirt； a velvet jacket with silver buttons on it； white leather gaiters； and a bay horse。 Not a doubt about it。 But his /incognito/ shall be respected！〃 We reached the /venta/。 It was just what he had described to me。 In other words； the most wretched hole of its kind I had as yet beheld。 One large apartment served as kitchen； dining…room； and sleeping chamber。 A fire was burning on a flat stone in the middle of the room； and the smoke escaped through a hole in the roof； or rather hung in a cloud some feet above the soil。 Along the walls five or six mule rugs were spread on the floor。 These were the travellers' beds。 Twenty paces from the house； or rather from the solitary apartment which I have just described； stood a sort of shed； that served for a stable。
The only inhabitants of this delightful dwelling visible at the moment； at all events； were an old woman； and a little girl of ten or twelve years old； both of them as black as soot； and dressed in loathsome rags。 〃Here's the sole remnant of the ancient populations of Munda Boetica；〃 said I to myself。 〃O Caesar！ O Sextus Pompeius； if you were to revisit this earth how astounded you would be！〃
When the old woman saw my travelling companion an exclamation of surprise escaped her。 〃Ah！ Senor Don Jose！〃 she cried。
Don Jose frowned and lifted his hand with a gesture of authority that forthwith silenced the old dame。
I turned to my guide and gave him to understand； by a sign that no one else perceived； that I knew all about the man in whose company I was about to spend the night。 Our supper was better than I expected。 On a little table； only a foot high； we were served with an old rooster； fricasseed with rice and numerous peppers； then more peppers in oil； and finally a /gaspacho/a sort of salad made of peppers。 These three highly spiced dishes involved our frequent recourse to a goatskin filled with Montella wine； which struck us as being delicious。
After our meal was over； I caught sight of a mandolin hanging up against the wallin Spain you see mandolins in every cornerand I asked the little girl； who had been waiting on us； if she knew how to play it。
〃No；〃 she replied。 〃But Don Jose does play well！〃
〃Do me the kindness to sing me something；〃 I said to him； 〃I'm passionately fond of your national music。〃
〃I can't refuse to do anything for such a charming gentleman； who gives me such excellent cigars；〃 responded Don Jose gaily； and having made the child give him the mandolin； he sang to his own accompaniment。 His voice； though rough； was pleasing； the air he sang was strange and sad。 As to the words； I could not understand a single one of them。
〃If I am not mistaken；〃 said I； 〃that's not a Spanish air you have just been singing。 It's like the /zorzicos/ I've heard in the Provinces；* and the words must be in the Basque language。〃
* The /privileged Provinces/； Alava； Biscay； Guipuzcoa； and a part of Navarre； which all enjoy special /fueros/。 The Basque language is spoken in these countries。
〃Yes；〃 said Don Jose； with a gloomy look。 He laid the mandolin down on the ground； and began staring with a peculiarly sad expression at the dying fire。 His face； at once fierce and noble…looking； reminded me； as the firelight fell on it； of Milton's Satan。 Like him； perchance； my comrade was musing over the home he had forfeited； the exile he had earned； by some misdeed。 I tried to revive the conversation； but so absorbed was he in melancholy thought； that he gave me no answer。
The old woman had already gone to rest in a corner of the room； behind a ragged rug hung on a rope。 The little girl had followed her into this retreat； sacred to the fair sex。 Then my guide rose； and suggested that I should go with him to the stable。 But at the word Don Jose； waking； as it were； with a start； inquired sharply whither he was going。
〃To the stable；〃 answered the guide。
〃What for？ The horses have been fed！ You can sleep here。 The senor will give you leave。〃
〃I'm afraid the senor's horse is sick。 I'd like the senor to see it。 Perhaps he'd know what should be done for it。〃
It was quite clear to me that Antonio wanted to speak to me apart。
But I did not care to rouse Don Jose's suspicions； and being as we were； I thought far the wisest course for me was to appear absolutely confident。
I therefore told Antonio that I knew nothing on earth about horses； and that I was desperately sleepy。 Don Jose followed him to the stable； and soon returned alone。 He told me there was nothing the matter with the horse； but that my guide considered the animal such a treasure that he was scrubbing it with his jacket to make it sweat； and expected to spend the night in that pleasing occupation。 Meanwhile I had stretched myself out on the mule rugs； having carefully wrapped myself up in my own cloak； so as to avoid touching them。 Don Jose； having begged me to excuse the liberty he took in placing himself so near me； lay down across the door； but not until he had primed his blunderbuss afresh and carefully laid it under the wallet； which served him as a pillow。
I had thought I was so tired that I should be able to sleep even in such a lodging。 But within an hour a most unpleasant itching sensation roused me from my first nap。 As soon as I realized its nature； I rose to my feet； feeling convinced I should do far better to spend the rest of the night in the open air than beneath that inhospitable roof。 Walking tiptoe I reached the door； stepped over Don Jose； who was sleeping the sleep of the just； and managed so well that I got outside the building without waking him。 Just beside the door there was a wide wooden bench。 I lay down upon it； and settled myself； as best I could； for the remainder of the night。 I was just closing my eyes for a second time when I fancied I saw the shadow of a man and then the shadow of a horse moving absolutely noiselessly； one behind the other。 I sat upright； and then I thought I recognised Antonio。 Surprised to see him outside the stable at such an hour； I got up and went toward him。 He had seen me first； and had stopped to wait for me。
〃Where is he？〃 Antonio inquired in a low tone。
〃In the /venta/。 He's asleep。 The bugs don't trouble him。 But what are you going to do with that horse？〃 I then noticed that； to stifle all noise as he moved out of the shed； Antonio had carefully muffled the horse's feet in the rags of an old blanket。
〃Speak lower； for God's sake；〃 said Antonio。 〃You don't know who that man is。 He's Jose Navarro； the most noted bandit in Andalusia。 I've been making signs to you all day long； and you wouldn't understand。〃
〃What do I care whether he's a brigand or not；〃 I replied。 〃He hasn't robbed us； and I'll wager he doesn't want to。〃
〃That may be。 But there are two hundred ducats on his head。 Some lancers are stationed in a place I know； a league and a half from here； and before daybreak I'll bring a few brawny fellows back with me。 I'd have taken his horse away； but the brute's so savage that nobody but Navarro can go near it。〃
〃Devil take you！〃 I cried。 〃What harm has the poor fellow done you that you should want to inform against him？ And besides； are you certain he is the brigand you take him for？〃
〃Perfectly certain！ He came after me into the stable just now； and said； 'You