"No one."
"Unless you count as somebody the old Pehuenche squaw who crossed the plain this evening on a sorry horse, and asked us the road to El Carmen."
"That old squaw," Pedrito said, with a smile, "knows the road as well as I do. Canarios, your innocence amuses me."
"Our innocence!" Lopez exclaimed with a frown; "We are asses, then."
"You look very like it to me."
"Explain yourself."
"You shall understand."
"We shall be only too glad."
"May be so. The old Pehuenche squaw who crossed the plain this evening on a sorry horse, and asked you the road to El Carmen," Pedrito said, repeating Pepe's words, maliciously, "Do you know who she was?"
"Hang it all! A frightful old witch, whose face would terrify the fiend."