"Exactly, Señor Isidro; and as what you know may be a secret, I will not urge you to tell it me."
"Did I say that it was a secret?" the Indian objected.
"No, but I suppose so."
"You are wrong to suppose so; and, besides, you are my friend, are you not?"
"I believe so," the adventurer answered, modestly.
"Well, if you are my friend, I have nothing to conceal from you."
"That is true; still, if you consider it your duty to hold your tongue—"
"Hold my tongue! Why so? Have you any pretence to silence me?"
"I? Heaven forbid, and the proof is, here's your health."
The Indian began laughing.