The capataz, supported by the bombero, examined the faces of the gauchos.
"I recognize this man," he said, pointing to a corpse; "it is Corrocho. Now I know the originator of the snare."
"¡Caray! All the better; but Don Sylvio's body is not here."
"Heaven be praised!" the capataz exclaimed,
"He will have escaped, and we shall find him at the estancia."
"No!" Pedrito said.
"What do you mean by no?"
"I have just come from there, and should have seen him."
"Where is he?"
"That's the very point; I may say, like you, I do not know, or, if you prefer it, I am ignorant."