"Can I speakee you, all quiet foh true?"
"Certainly, my good fellow. Come into my study. Now, what is it you would say?"
"Dat Don Pedro no true man! I tinkee much, and I tinkee dat."
"Well, I know you don't love each other, Benee; but can you give me any proofs of his villainy?"
"You letee me go to-night all myse'f alone to de bush. I tinkee I bring you someding strange. Some good news. Ha! it may be so!"
"I give you leave, and believe you to be a faithful fellow."
Benee seized his master's hand and bent down his head till his brow touched it.
Next moment he was gone.
Next morning he was missed.
"Your pretty Indian," said Mr. Peter, with an ill-concealed sneer, "is a traitor, then, after all, and a spy, and it was no doubt he who instigated the abduction and the murder, for the sake of revenge, of your poor little sister."