Don Estevan was waiting for him in the court, and joined him as soon as he appeared.
"Well," said the mayor domo, "you have heard the news? The Indians are coming like the locusts."
"Yes; I have heard so."
"What do you intend to do?"
"To return to the hacienda at once."
"H'm! That would be scarcely prudent. You know how speedily these demons spread themselves over all the country; we should most likely meet some of them."
"Well! We will ride over their corpses."
"¡Canarios! I dare say. But you may be killed."
"Pooh! Doña Hermosa expects me; and I am not killed yet."
"True; but you may be."