"Well, it only depends upon yourself that I should give them to you."
"Oh! oh!" he cried, joyfully, "what must I do for that?"
"Obey me," said the Linda, with a smile.
"I will obey," he replied.
"Whatever I command you?"
"Whatever my sister commands."
"That is well; but remember what I am going to say to you. If you deceive me, my vengeance will be terrible—it will follow you everywhere."
"Why should I deceive my sister?"
"Because your Indian race is so constituted—astute and roguish, ever ready to betray."
A sinister flash gleamed from the downcast eye of the Puelche warrior; nevertheless, he replied in a calm tone—