"Continue the rubbing," the chief said to the gauchos.
He bound up Don Sylvio's arm, rose, and made a sign to Pincheira to follow him to another part of the cave.
"Heaven has granted my prayer," the great chief said, "and I thank it for having spared me a crime."
"If you are satisfied," the Chilian remarked, in surprise, "I have no objection to offer."
"That is not all. Don Sylvio's wounds, though numerous, are not serious; his lethargy is the result of the loss of the blood and the speed with which he was brought here. He will regain his senses presently."
"Good."
"He must not see me."
"What next?"
"Or recognize you."
"That is difficult."