"Not so," said the sorcerer; "their hands are too white, and their feet too small."
"Indeed!" replied the other, in whom the tale began to excite some interest; "Who has taken them prisoner?"
"No one; they are here alone, of their own accord."
"Alone?"
"They said they had important revelations to make to my father."
"They did?" said the chief, scanning the man narrowly; "And how does my father know that?"
"Because I rescued them, and brought them to my father's toldo."
"Then they are in here?"
"This hour or more."
Don Torribio drew from his pocket a few ounces, and handed them to the sorcerer. "I thank my brother," said he; "he has done well."