"I had fifteen." And this also was true, when counting the deserter Kennerman.
"And this Robinson makes sixteen?" insisted the governor.
"I have already told your Excellency that he does not belong to my party" the lieutenant retorted. "I shall answer no more enquiries on the subject."
"When did you leave St. Louis?"
"July 15."
"I think you marched in June."
"No, sir."
"Very well," snapped the governor. "Return with Don Bartholomew to his house, and come here again at seven o'clock and bring your papers with you."
He shortly bowed, whirled on his heels and left. The lieutenant bit his lips, striving to hold his temper. Lieutenant Bartholomew appeared distressed.
"A thousand apologies, Don Lieutenant," he proffered. "His Excellency is in bad humor; but never mind. You are to be my guest. Your men will be quartered in the barracks. Please follow me."
They filed out, through the rooms, into daylight again.
"A sergeant will show your men, señor. They are free to go where they please, in the city," said
