"I am mistaken," the hunter said suddenly, turning to his companion.
"How so?" the latter asked.
"Because," Stronghand replied, "I told you yesterday we should not reach the atepetl till the afternoon."
"Well?"
"We shall be there by eleven o'clock."
"¡Caramba! That is famous news."
"When we have crossed that hill we shall see the village a short distance ahead of us, picturesquely grouped on the side of another hill, and running into the plain, where the last houses are built on the banks of a pretty little stream, whose white and limpid waters serve as a natural rampart."
"Tell me, comrade, what do you think of the reception that will be offered us?"
"The Papazos are hospitable."
"I do not doubt it; unluckily, I have no claims to the kindness of the Redskins. Moreover, I know that they are very suspicious, and never like to see white men enter their villages."