"Villain!" the Indian shouted, beside him with, fury, "Is that the way in which my orders are executed? Did I not command you to bring him to me alive?"
"Hum!" said Panchito. "I should like to see you try it. Armed only with a sword, he fought like ten men for more than twenty minutes. He killed four of ours, and perhaps we should not have been here now if his weapon had not broken."
"You are cowards," the master said, with a smile of contempt.
He went up to Don Sylvio's body.
"Is he dead?" Pincheira asked him.
"No," Nocobotha replied.
"All the worse."
"On the contrary, I would give a great deal to see him recover."
"Nonsense," the Chilian officer said; "what do we care for this man's life. Was he not your personal enemy?"
"That is the very reason why I should not like him to die."