It was just at the time that the wretched husband was endeavouring to mislead his visitors as to the hiding-place of his wife and his treasure, that Don Cornelio Lantejas had come within view of the building, the lights of whose windows had so mystified him. That mystery was now to be cleared up, and the ex-student was to find the explanation of those bright coloured flames with their changing hues. Following Gaspacho up the stone stairway, Don Cornelio reached a door upon the landing. It was closed; but inside, a tumult of voices could be heard, accompanied by cries as of some one in pain. His conductor unceremoniously opened the door, and pushed Don Cornelio into a large room, the atmosphere of which almost suffocated him. Several torches of resin, set in candelabras, were burning round the walls, but the reddish light which these produced was almost eclipsed under the glare that proceeded from a keg of brandy that stood near the middle of the floor, and which, having been set on fire, was completely enveloped in violet-coloured flames. The heat, the smell of blood, and the effluvia of the burning alcohol, constituted an atmosphere horrid to endure; but even this was less painful to Don Cornelio than the sight which met his eyes as he entered the room. On one side was a group of guerilleros--clustered around some object which they were regarding with the most vivid interest--all seemingly pleased with the spectacle. It was that of an unfortunate man, stripped almost naked, and tied with his face to the wall, while another man stood over him, grasping a strong cow-hide whip, with which, at intervals, he struck the wretched victim, apparently with all the strength that lay in his arms. He who handled the whip was a man of the most sinister aspect; and the blue flames of the alcohol flashing over his countenance added to its demoniac expression. Gouts of blood, that had spurted from the back of the sufferer, spotted the wall on both sides of him; and the number of those spots showed that the punishment had been continued for some length of time. By the side of the man who was inflicting the stripes--and whom Lantejas supposed to be some common executioner--stood a woman of a still more hideous aspect; who, by her gestures and words, kept exciting the wretch to still greater cruelty--as though he stood in need of such encouragement. Gaspacho, perceiving that no one heeded his entrance, cried out, so as to be heard above the tumult-- "Senor Captain! we have captured the comrade of the negro and the Indian. Here he is." To the astonishment of Don Cornelio, the person thus addressed as the captain was no other than the hideous individual who was handling the whip. "Very well," responded the latter, without turning round. "I shall attend to him presently, as soon as I have made this _coyote_ confess where he has hidden his wife and his money."