The speakers were two of the brigands who were plying their lawless trade; and passing along a mountain ridge, a short time after the execution, they suddenly espied the body of a man lying flat upon his back.
Upon his breast was something white, which they could not quite distinguish.
The form and features, however, they had no particular difficulty in recognising.
It was their comrade Ymeniz, they could see well.
"He has fallen down there," said one to the other.
"It looks so."
Now, strange to relate, that although they said this to each other, they both had misgivings.
The body lay in such a strange attitude.
However, they soon proceeded to solve the problem, and set all doubts at rest.
Passing down to a lower ridge by a circuitous path well known to them both, they reached the bottom of the crevasse.