"Verdugo, you mean," said I, interrupting him.
"Do you know him?" cried Florencio, with a laugh. "What a capital joke! But you don't transact business with him, I think."
"What joke are you referring to?"
"Hombre! don't you know that his true name is Verduzco, and that he is called Verdugo[1] (executioner) because he is obliged sometimes to see justice done to himself in what he calls his affairs of conscience?"
This peculiarity in the character of the man on whose heels I had been treading so closely was not the most agreeable thing in the world, I must confess; but I wished to get some more information about him, and accordingly inquired how long it had taken Don Tom as to acquire this formidable surname.
"On my word," replied Florencio, "that's one of those matters of which one does not like to keep a too exact account probably he does not even know him self but perhaps you will form a bad opinion of Don Tomas from what I have told you. The Señor Verduzco is no egoist; his neighbor may have the use of his knife at a time; and, provided you give him solid reasons (with a strong emphasis on solid), he is always ready to render one a service."
"The devil he is!" I cried. "Don Tomas must be a most inestimable character, and I am quite impatient to make his acquaintance."
In spite of this gasconade, the intense desire that I had shown to see Don Tomas was dispelled as if by magic; but, having gone too far to recede, I determined to make my way, as I had intended, to the Cerro del Gigante. The night passed without any incident occurring except that I was forced to lend my host a
- ↑ A sharp poniard.
