"Nothing," Blas replied; "still, Excellency, look," he added, stretching out his arm in a southwesterly direction.
"It is a fire."
"Now turn your eyes to the east-south-east."
"That is another fire. Who the deuce has lighted fires on those scarped points, and for what object?"
"I will tell you. That point is the cliff of Urubús."
"It is."
"That is the cliff of San Xavier."
"Well?"
"As a fire does not light itself, as we have some 120° of heat, and as—"
"You conclude—"