[CHAPTER XVII.]
THE PUELCHES.
"Eh! eh!" said Valentine, whistling sharply to his dog, who immediately came to him; "these fellows do not seem to have friendly intentions; we must be upon our guard: who knows what may happen?"
"They are Araucanos," said Louis.
"Do you think so? Then they are devilish ugly!"
"Well, now, for my part, I think them very handsome."
"Ah, yes; that may be in an artistic point of view. But, ugly or handsome, we will await their coming."
The Indians talked among themselves, and continued to look at the young men.
"They are consulting to determine with what sauce they shall eat us," said Valentine.
"Not at all——"