The new plan that he had conceived in regard to this daring
boy now seemed a peculiarly happy thought. Henry's pride and spirit must
be broken, and he, Francisco Alvarez, was the man for the task.
He clapped his hands and a soldier entered. He sent a message by him and
several more came, accompanied by Braxton Wyatt. Alvarez motioned Wyatt to
a seat.
"Senor Wyatt," he said in his slow, precise English, "I have been having a
talk with your friend, your former friend here, and I find him to be as
unworthy as you have described him to be. I offered only kindness to
himself and his friends. I chose to believe that they had been merely
foolish, misled by ignorance, but his reply has been only to insult me and
to blacken you."
The renegade did not seek to conceal the joy that shone in his eyes. He
had been in fear when he was sent out of the hall, in fear lest Alvarez
had some plan by which he would suffer, and now it was obvious that
nothing had been changed.
"It is his character," said Wyatt. "He is vicious and the truth has never
been in him."
Henry did not know what all this talk meant, but he refused to notice
Braxton Wyatt. His manner indicated that the renegade had ceased to exist,
and it made Wyatt furious.
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