"You wish for revenge?"
"I demand it."
"Very well," he replied; "I will obey you. Go and get ready; I myself will escort you to the camp of the redskins."
The three returned to Don Pedro's house without exchanging a syllable.
Night had now fairly set in. The streets were deserted: a deathlike silence pervaded the town, which for two days the Indians had been sacking; and their diabolical figures could be perceived, as they passed and repassed among the still flaming ruins.
When they arrived at the house, Don Estevan stopped short in the court.
"Ponder well what you are about to do, señorita," said he. "Why must you avenge yourself? Have you not secured the safety of him you love?"
"Yes; but he has barely escaped death. The first atrocious attempt has failed; the second may succeed. Don Torribio has wounded me in my most cherished affections. My resolve is taken; he shall feel a woman's vengeance."
"Can nothing change your resolve?"
"Nothing," said she, coldly.