"It is important."
"I will try my best."
"I am about to leave you. You will have Don Sylvio conveyed to Carmen."
"To your house?"
"Yes; it is the safest spot," Nocobotha said, as he drew from his pocket a paper folded after a peculiar fashion; "but he must not know, under any pretext, that I gave the orders, nor where he is; and, above all, he must not go out."
"Is that all?"
"Yes; and you will answer to me for his safety."
"On your order I will deliver him to you alive or dead."
"Alive, I tell you; his life is precious to me."
"Well," Pincheira replied, "since you are so anxious about your prisoner, not a hair of his head shall be touched."