"I am not of that opinion, father," Don Ruiz observed.
"The more so," Paredes struck in, "because I know for a fact that the tribe to which you allude still exists; it is one of the most powerful in the great confederation of the Papazos."
"And you know, father, with what religious exactitude the Indians preserve secrets confided to their conscience."
"That is true; but in that case some man must have spoken."
"Or some woman," Doña Marianna said, smilingly.
"Well, be it so—a woman," the Marquis continued; "that is already a valuable piece of news. I know that you have obtained your information about the mine from a woman, my child."
"Unhappily, father, I am prohibited from saying any more."
"Humph! Prohibited!"
"Yes, father. However, re-assure yourself: this mine is really yours—your lawful property. Its owner has freely surrendered it in your favour."
Don Hernando frowned with an air of dissatisfaction.