"
"You have."
"How so?"
"_Caramba!_ you know too much!"
"Ah! you mean about that girl."
"Yes."
"I see," nodded Nick, secretly working in vain to loose the ropes
confining his arms. "Well, senora, as a matter of fact, I am rather
likely to make things unpleasant for you one of these days."
"It will be this day, or never. You'll not live to see another."
"Possibly not."
"_Caramba!_ do you doubt it?"
She darted nearer to him, with her hand tearing open the waist of her
dress, and then the gleam of a poniard met Nick's gaze. She swept it
before his eyes with a wild gesture, and gave vent to a mocking laugh.
"Do you doubt that I can slay you?"
"Not at all," answered Nick. "It's very evident."
"Or that I will?"
"That appears equally manifest."
"So it is!" hissed Cervera, with vicious intensity. "I intend to do it!
Do you hear, Nick Carter? I intend to do it!"
"Oh, yes, I hear you."
"Why don't you shrink? Why don't you plead for mercy?"
"What's the use?"
She answered him with a laugh that made the room ring.
"Besides," added Nick, "it's not my style to show the white feather."
"We'll see! _Caramba!_ we will see!"
She came nearer to him, crouching before him, so near that her breath
fell hot upon his cheeks.
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