“I will do so.”
“Then, till tomorrow!”
“You are going now?”
“Yes.”
“Goodnight, then.”
Cæsar left his room and marched off to sleep.
IV. THE BOOKSELLER AND THE ANARCHISTS
The following day, very early in the morning, Alzugaray went to a livery-stable which they had directed him to at the hotel, and asked to hire a horse. They brought him a large, old one; he mounted, and crossed the town more slowly than if he had been on foot, and set out for Cidones.
On reaching that town, he left the horse at a blacksmith’s and went up through the narrow lanes of Cidones, which are horribly long, dark, and steep.