"I introduced them into my father's toldo."
"Are they there now?"
"For the last hour."
"I thank my brother."
Nocobotha took off one of his bracelets, and threw it to the matchi, who bowed down to the ground.
The chief, suffering from indescribable agitation, rushed toward his toldo, the curtain of which he raised with a feverish hand, and he could not restrain a cry of delight and astonishment on hearing Doña Concha's voice.
The maiden greeted him with one of those strange and charming smiles of which women alone possess the secret.
"What is the meaning of this?" the chief asked, with a graceful bow.
Doña Concha involuntarily admired the young man; his splendid Indian costume flashing in the light, heightened his masculine and proud attitude, and his head was haughtily erect. He was very handsome, and born to command.
"By what name shall I address you, caballero?" she said to him, as she pointed to a seat of carved copal wood by her side.