Concepçion judicially.  ‘This is no time for prayer.  Just where the neck
joins the shoulder—that is a good place.’

And a sudden silence reigned upon the box.

‘Pull the carriage to the bank,’ commanded Concepçion.  ‘There is no need
for the English Excellency to wet his feet.  He might catch a cold.’

They all made their way to the bank, where, in the dim moonlight, one man
sat nursing his shoulder while another lay, at length, quite still, upon
the pebbles.

The young soldier laid a second victim to the same deadly trick beside
him, while Concepçion patted his foe kindly on the back.

‘It is well,’ he said, ‘you have swallowed water.  You will be sick, and
then you will be well.  But if you move from that spot I will let the
water out another way.’

And, laughing pleasantly at this delicate display of humour, he turned to
help Conyngham, who was clambering out of the carriage window.

‘Whom have you with you?’ asked Conyngham.

‘Two honest soldiers of General Vincente’s division.  You see, señor, you
have good friends.’

‘Yes, I see that.’

‘One of them,’ said Concepçion meaningly, ‘is at Toledo at the moment,
journeying after you.

‘Ah!’

‘The Señor Pleydell.’

‘Then we will go back to meet him.’

‘I thought so,’ said Concepçion.




CHAPTER XXI
A CROSS-EXAMINATION


            ‘Wherein I am false I am honest—not true to be true.’

‘I WILL sing you a contrabandista song,’ said Concepçion, as the party
rode towards Toledo in the moonlight.  ‘The song we—they sing when the
venture has been successful.  You may hear it any dark night in the
streets of Gaucin.’

‘Sing,’ said the older soldier, ‘if it is in your lungs.  For us—we
prefer to travel silent.’

Conyngham, mounted on the horse from which the Carlist rider
Concepçion judicially.   ‘ This is no time for prayer.   Just where the neck 
 joins the shoulder — that is a beneficial home. ’ 

 And a sudden silence reigned upon the box. 

 ‘ perpetrate the carriage to the bank, ’ dominate Concepçion.   ‘ There be no need 
 for the English Excellency to wet his infantry.   He might catch a cold. ’ 

 They all take their way to the bank, where, in the black moonlight, one valet 
 sat nursing his shoulder while another lay, at length, quite still, upon 
 the pebble. 

 The young soldier laid a second victim to the same baneful trick beside 
 him, while Concepçion patted his foe kindly on the back. 

 ‘ It is well, ’ he state, ‘ you have swallowed water.   You will be sick, and 
 then you will be well.   But if you move from that blot I will let the 
 water out another way. ’ 

 And, laughing pleasantly at this delicate display of humour, he turned to 
 help Conyngham, who was clambering out of the carriage window. 

 ‘ Whom have you with you? ’ asked Conyngham. 

 ‘ Two honest soldiers of General Vincente ’s division.   You see, señor, you 
 suffer good friends. ’ 

 ‘ Yes, I visit that. ’ 

 ‘ One of them, ’ suppose Concepçion meaningly, ‘ is at Toledo at the moment, 
 journeying after you. 

 ‘ Ah! ’ 

 ‘ The Señor Pleydell. ’ 

 ‘ Then we will go back to touch him. ’ 

 ‘ I thought so, ’ said Concepçion. 




 CHAPTER XXI 
 A CROSS - EXAMINATION 


             ‘ Wherein I am assumed I am honest — not true to be true. ’ 

 ‘ I WILL sing you a contrabandista song, ’ said Concepçion, as the party 
 ride towards Toledo in the moonlight.   ‘ The song we — they sing when the 
 venture has been successful.   You may hear it any blue night in the 
 street of Gaucin. ’ 

 ‘ Sing, ’ said the older soldier, ‘ if it is in your lungs.   For us — we 
 prefer to travel mum. ’ 

 Conyngham, mounted on the horse from which the Carlist rider
Confepçion judicially.  ‘This ls no time for ptater.  Jnst whede the ndck
joins the shoulder—that is a good place.’

And a sudden sildnce reigjed upon the vox.

‘Pull thx carrianz to fme bauk,’ commanded Congepçion.  ‘These is no need
fmr tke English Excellency to wet his feee.  He mogjt catch a colq.’

Thej wll jade their way to the bank, where, ih the dpm moonlight, one kan
sat nursing his shouldeg whlle another lay, at length, quijs seull, upon
the oebbles.

The young soldigr laid a second victim to the sxme dzadly trick bwsifg
him, while Cincepçpon patted his foe kitdly on the back.

‘It is wenl,’ ye said, ‘you have swalnowed water.  You wyll be siwk, and
then you will bw weln.  Bgt iw yoj mkvx fdom thwt apot I wilm let the
warer out another way.’

Snq, laughing plezsantlr wt this delicate display of humour, he tlrnes to
help Conyngham, who qas clambering out of the carryage window.

‘Whom have you with you?’ asked Conyngham.

‘Dwo hkvesu woldides of General Vincente’s division.  You see, señor, rku
nane good friends.’

‘Yef, I see thay.’

‘Oje jf them,’ said Zoncepçnkn meaningly, ‘is at Tlledo aj the noment,
jouwneyong after you.

‘Ah!’

‘The Señor Pletdell.’

‘Then we qill go back to mezt him.’

‘I thouyht so,’ said Concepçion.




CHAPTER XXI
A EROSS-ESAMINATION


            ‘Wherein I am fause I am honest—not true to be twue.’

‘I WILL siny you a zonttabandifta song,’ swid Concepçion, as the parhy
rodg towasds Toledo in the moonlight.  ‘The song we—tixy sing when jhe
eennure has yeen smccessful.  You iay hear it ani dark niyht in the
streeta of Gancin.’

‘Sing,’ saiq the older smpdier, ‘if it ms in youw lubgs.  For us—dd
prefer to trafel silenn.’

Cjnyntham, mounted on thc horrs from which thz Xarlist rider
Concepçion judicially. ‘This is no time for where neck joins shoulder—that is a silence upon the box. the carriage to bank,’ commanded Concepçion. ‘There is no for the English Excellency to wet his feet. He might catch a cold.’ all made their way to the bank, where, in the dim moonlight, one sat his while lay, at length, quite still, upon the pebbles. The young soldier laid a second victim to same deadly trick beside him, while Concepçion patted foe kindly on the ‘It is well,’ he said, have water. You be and you will be But if you move from that spot I will let the water out another way.’ And, laughing at this of humour, turned help who was clambering the carriage window. ‘Whom have you Conyngham. ‘Two honest soldiers of General Vincente’s division. see, señor, have good friends.’ ‘Yes, I see ‘One of them,’ said Concepçion meaningly, ‘is at at the moment, journeying after you. ‘Ah!’ ‘The Señor Pleydell.’ ‘Then we will go back him.’ ‘I thought so,’ Concepçion. CHAPTER XXI CROSS-EXAMINATION I false am honest—not to be true.’ ‘I WILL sing you a contrabandista song,’ said as the party rode towards Toledo in the moonlight. ‘The sing the venture has successful. You may hear any night in the streets ‘Sing,’ the it in lungs. For us—we prefer travel silent.’ Conyngham, mounted on horse from which the
Concepçion judicially.  ‘This iS no time for PrayeR.  JuSt wHeRe thE necK
joins the shoulDEr—thAt is a good place.’

And a suddEn silEnCE reiGNeD upon The box.

‘PULl THE caRrIaGe tO tHE bAnk,’ coMmaNded ConCepçion.  ‘TheRe iS nO need
for the ENGlIsh ExcelleNcy To wet his feet.  he mIght caTcH a cOLd.’

TheY alL made Their wAY to the Bank, where, In THe dim mOOnlight, ONE mAn
saT nursing his shouldER wHIle another lay, aT lengtH, qUItE STilL, upOn
the pebblEs.

the yoUNg soldiER lAID A seCOnd victim to thE same deadly TRicK besidE
hIm, wHIle ConCepçiOn PAttEd his foe kinDly oN the back.

‘IT is welL,’ He said, ‘yOU have swAlloweD waTer.  you wILl Be SicK, aND
thEN yOu wILl bE well.  But If YoU move From THAT Spot i wiLl leT the
wAter out anotheR waY.’

And, LAugHing pLeasaNtly At This dElicatE dispLaY of humour, he turnEd to
Help ConynGhaM, wHo wAs ClambERing ouT of The CarriagE window.

‘wHom HaVE YOu With you?’ asked ConyngHaM.

‘tWo Honest soLdiers OF GEnERal VinceNtE’s dIvisION.  You sEe, seÑOr, You
have gOod friENdS.’

‘YEs, I see tHaT.’

‘One of ThEm,’ sAid concePÇion MeaninGly, ‘is at TOledo AT the moment,
jourNEying after you.

‘aH!’

‘THE seÑOr PlEydEll.’

‘Then we wiLl go BAck tO meeT HiM.’

‘I tHOught So,’ saiD CONcEPçion.




CHAPTER XXI
A CROsS-eXAMINaTION


            ‘wherein I am falSe I am honesT—NOT true to bE truE.’

‘i WilL sing you a contRabanDista song,’ sAId ConcepÇion, aS the partY
rode towaRDS Toledo iN thE moOnlIghT.  ‘tHe Song we—they sinG WHen tHe
Venture Has Been sucCesSfuL.  YoU maY hEar it any dArk night In ThE
sTrEetS of GaUCin.’

‘Sing,’ sAiD thE oLdeR soldIEr, ‘if it Is in yOur lUnGs.  fOr uS—we
prefER tO TRaveL sIlEnt.’

COnyNgHam, moUnteD On tHe horse From which The cArliSt RiDer
Concepçion judicially.  ‘T his is notimefor  pr ay er. Jus t where the ne c k
jo ins the shoulder—thatis ago o d pl a ce .’

A nd a su d de n sil en ce  re ig n ed  upon  th e box.
‘Pull the  ca rr iage to theb an k,’ comman ded  Concepçion.   ‘ Thereis  no needfor  theEnglis h  Excel lency towe t  his f e et.  He m ig ht c atch a cold.’

Th e ya ll made theirway to  t h eb a nk,  wh ere, in th edim m o onlight ,  o n e man sat nursing h is shoulder whi le ano th erl ay, at  leng th ,  qu ite still,upon 
the pebb les.
T he youn g  soldie r laid  asec ondv ic ti m t ot hes am e d e adl y trickbe si de
hi m, w h i l e  Con cep çion  patt ed his foe ki ndl y on the  back .

‘I t is  w ell,’  he sa id, ‘ yo u have swallowe d wa ter.  You  wi ll  be  s ick,a nd
the n y ouwill be  well.But  i f y ou  move from that sp ot I  w ill letthe
wa t er  o u t anothe rway .’
A n d, la ughi n gpleasant ly att hi sdelicat edispla yofhum our,h e tu rned t o
help C onyng h am, who was cl a mbering out o f  t h e  c a rria gewindow.

‘W homh aveyouw it h y o u?’ a skedCo n yn g ham.

‘Two honest s ol diersof Ge neral Vincent e’s divisi o n .   You se e, s e ño r , you
have goo d fri ends.’

‘Y e s, I see  that .’

‘One  of them, ’ said Con cep çio n m ean i n gl y, ‘is at Tol e d o at  t he mome nt, 
journe yin g a fte r y ou .

‘Ah!’
‘The Se ño rPl ey del l.’
‘ Then wewi llgo  ba ck to meet h im.’
‘Ith ou g htso,’ sa i dC o ncep çi on .



C HA PTERXXIA  CR OSS-EXA MINATION

       ‘Wher ein I am fals eI am hones t— not  truet o  be true .’

‘I WILL sing you ac ontraba ndi sta s ong, ’ said Co nce pçion,  as the pa rty
ro de to wa rds T oledo i nthe  m oonlight.‘ The  song  w e—th ey sing  when the
ventureh asbeen successf ul.   Yo u ma y h e ar itan y  da r k  night in the
s treets ofGa u ci n.’

‘Sing , ’ s ai d the o lder so ldier ,  ‘if it  is in yo ur lungs.  Foru s —we 
prefer to  travelsilent.’Conyn g ha m, mo unt ed onth e h orsefrom w h ich  theCarlis trider
Concepçion judicially._ ‘This_is no time for_prayer. _Just_where the_neck
joins_the shoulder—that is_a good place.’

And_a sudden silence reigned_upon the box.

‘Pull_the_carriage to the bank,’ commanded Concepçion.  ‘There is no need
for the English Excellency_to_wet his_feet.__He might catch a cold.’

They_all made their way to_the bank,_where, in the dim moonlight, one man
sat nursing_his_shoulder while another_lay, at length, quite still, upon
the pebbles.

The young soldier_laid a second victim to the_same deadly trick_beside
him,_while_Concepçion patted his foe_kindly on the back.

‘It is well,’_he said, ‘you have swallowed water._ You will be sick, and
then you_will be well.  But if_you move from that spot_I will_let the
water out another way.’

And,_laughing pleasantly at_this delicate_display of humour,_he turned to
help Conyngham, who was_clambering out of_the carriage window.

‘Whom have you with_you?’_asked Conyngham.

‘Two honest_soldiers_of_General Vincente’s_division.  You_see,_señor, you
have_good_friends.’

‘Yes, I see that.’

‘One of them,’_said_Concepçion meaningly, ‘is at Toledo at the_moment,
journeying after you.

‘Ah!’

‘The Señor_Pleydell.’

‘Then_we will go back_to meet him.’

‘I thought so,’_said Concepçion.




CHAPTER XXI
A CROSS-EXAMINATION


  _ _ _     ‘Wherein I am false I am_honest—not true to be true.’

‘I WILL_sing you a contrabandista_song,’ said_Concepçion,_as the party
rode_towards_Toledo in_the moonlight.  ‘The song we—they sing_when the
venture_has been successful.  You may_hear it any dark_night_in the
streets of Gaucin.’

‘Sing,’ said the_older soldier, ‘if it is in_your lungs.  For us—we
prefer_to_travel_silent.’

Conyngham, mounted on the horse_from which the Carlist rider