"What are we going to do?"
"Return to the estancia."
"Hum, Don Sylvio, that is not at all prudent; the Indians will, doubtless, bar our way."
"We will pass over their bodies."
"Of course, of course, but suppose they kill you?"
"Nonsense! Doña Concha is expecting me."
"As you please," the capataz answered, "all is ready for our departure; the horses are here, saddled and all. Let us be off."
"Thank you, Blas, you are a good fellow," Sylvio said, as he held out his hand to him.
"I am aware of it."
"Off we go."