It was not long before Cabrera dropped back, that he might talk over ways and means with the young colonel. It was clear that the _guerrilla_ chieftain did not believe greatly in the project. "I do not understand all this," he said; "it is not my way. What have we to do with taking women and children prisoners? Let us have no truck, barter, or exchange with the government at Madrid except at the point of the bayonet. That is my way of it, and if my advice had been taken before, my master would at this moment have been in the royal palace of his ancestors. But these secret embassies in the hands of foreigners--what good can come of them?" Rollo explained such things as the Abbot of Montblanch had made clear to him--namely, that the Regent and her daughter were by no means averse to Holy Church, nor yet eager to keep the true King out of his own. But, they were in the power of unscrupulous men--Mendizabal, Linares, and others, who for their own ends published edicts and compelled the ladies to sign them. If they were captured and sequestered for their own good, the ministry would break down and Don Carlos would reign undisturbed. Rollo thought the exposition a marvel of clearness and point. It was somewhat disappointing, therefore, when he had finished to hear from Cabrera the unmoved declaration: "A Cristino is a Cristino whether in the palace of Madrid or on the mountains of Morella. And the quickest way is the best way with such an one, wherever met with!" "But you do not mean to say that you would shoot the girl-Queen or the mother-Regent if they fell into your hands?" cried Rollo, aghast at the horror. The deep underlying anger leaped up fiery red into the eyes of the _guerrilla_ chief. "Aye, that would I," he cried, "as quickly as they slew my own old mother in the barrack yard of Tortosa!" And thinking of that tragedy and the guilt of Nogueras, Rollo felt there was something to be said for the indomitable, implacable little butcher-general of Don Carlos. Cabrera was silent for a while after making this speech, and then abruptly demanded of Rollo how many men he would require for his undertaking. "I am bidden to place my entire command at your service," he said with obvious reluctance, glancing out of his little oblique eyes at the young colonel. Rollo considered a while before answering. "It is my opinion that the fewer men concerned in such a venture the greater the chances of success," he said at last; "furnish me with one petty officer intimately acquainted with the country between Zaragoza and San Ildefonso, and I will ask no more." Cabrera drew a long breath and looked at the young man with infinitely more approval than he had before manifested.