"I will remember," Don Sylvio said, as he leaped into the boat.
The skiff glided over the water with the speed of an arrow, owing to the vigour of the rowers, and soon disappeared in the gathering darkness.
Three persons who remained on the bank looked anxiously after the movements of the boat. They were Pedrito, Mercedes, and Doña Concha.
[CHAPTER XX.]
THE INDIAN CAMP.
"And now, señorita," Pedrito asked Doña Concha when the boat was out of sight, "What are your intentions?"
"To see Nocobotha in his camp."
"It is dishonour; it is death."
"No, Don Pedro, it is revenge."