"Keep your hand out of your pocket, please. I must know more about you. You are armed, I observe, and I must know why. My friend and I are of the secret police; and our mission is in search of Carlist spies. You are one; and we are going to search you." And almost before I grasped the meaning of the thing, Garcia had whipped out a revolver, and the stranger, now showing unmistakable signs of fear, was looking along the barrel into the strong, threatening face. At that Cabrera crossed the carriage and sat beside him. "The right pocket," said Garcia, coolly; and his companion plunged his hand in and drew out a revolver. "Put your hands up," cried Garcia, his voice ringing with menace. "I’m no Carlist spy," cried the fellow, and then appealed to me. "You won’t see this done, senor, without trying to help me?" "It’s not my affair. I’m neither police nor Carlist," I answered. And then in my turn I had a most disquieting surprise. "You evidently know this man," said Garcia, in the same rough, blunt tone, indicating me with a side jerk of the head. "Who is he?" while Cabrera half turned toward me holding his revolver in readiness. "If you won’t answer, we’ll find the way to make you. I believe you’re both Carlist spies." It was so naturally done that for the moment I more than half believed I was really suspected. But I was not long in doubt. While Garcia threatened him with the revolver, Cabrera searched him thoroughly. "Why, you infernal scoundrel, you are not only a Carlist spy, but you dare to carry papers on you to make you out one of us secret police," cried Cabrera in a voice of thunder. "I am a police agent," was the reply. "But I don’t know you." "Then who is this man here? You know him. I saw that the instant I clapped eyes on you. You’re here to spy on him, if you’re one of us. Quick, who is he? You want to keep this capture all to yourself, do you, you selfish dog?" "He’s Ferdinand Carbonnell, and pretends to be an Englishman." "And who the devil is Ferdinand Carbonnell?" "Who should he be but one of the Carlist leaders?" was the answer sullenly spoken, the tone showing that the fear for his life was passing and giving place to the minor one of losing an important prisoner and the credit of the capture. "Good, then we’ll see to him. As for you, you’re a disgrace to the whole of us, getting in and talking your magpie chatter about sympathies with the Carlists and all the rest of it. Why, if we’d been Carlists ourselves, we should have known you by your lying tongue. You must have a lesson, my friend. If you knew this man, why didn’t you arrest him at the last station, or before? Or is the whole thing only a lie to cover some Carlist trick?" "He was only recognised at the last station, and there wasn’t a strong enough body of police there to take him. He may have a lot of friends in the train. These are Senor Rubio’s own orders. He is in the train and has wired for help to Calatayud."