"That depends, señorita. If you address the Spaniard, call me Don Torribio; if you have come to speak to the Indian, my brothers call me Nocobotha."
"We shall see," she said.
During a momentary silence, the two speakers examined each other aside. Doña Concha did not know how to begin, and the chief himself was seeking the motive for such a visit.
"Did you really wish to see me?" Nocobotha at length began.
"Who else?" she replied.
"The happiness of seeing you here appears to me a dream, and I fear lest I should awake from it."
This remark reminded her of Don Valentine Cardoso's guest, and did not agree with the ornaments of an Indian chief and the interior of a toldo.
"Good gracious!" Doña Concha said lightly, "You are not far removed from believing me a witch or a fairy, so I will break my wand."
"For all that you will not be the less an enchantress," Nocobotha interrupted her with a smile.
"The sorcerer is this child's brother, who revealed to me your real name, and the spot where I might find you. You must give Pedrito all the credit."