"You will succeed, if not through friendship for me, at least through hatred of the Spaniards."
"Not to deceive your expectations, I will do more than man can do."
"I know it, and thank you, my dear Pincheira. But you must be prudent and skilful! Our plans are suspected, and we are watched. To employ an Indian metaphor, I entrust to you a mole's job. You must dig a mine under Carmen, which will blow them all up when it explodes."
"Caray," said Pincheira, as he warmly pressed Nocobotha's hand, "you are one of the men I like. Trust to me, to my friendship, and, above all, to my hatred."
"We shall all be avenged," Nocobotha added. "May Satan hear you!"
"To work, then! But, in the first place, lay aside your uniform as a Chilian officer. Disguise yourself as well as you can, for your face is familiar at Carmen."
"Yes," Pincheira replied, "and in an hour you will not recognize me yourself. I will dress myself as a gaucho, for that will not be noticed. Farewell."
"One word yet."
"Say it."
"The man I send to you will arrange a fresh meeting place for every night in order to foil the spies."