"You are not fastidious. But proceed; speak, or may the pestilence stifle you! I am listening. I, too, have no more time to lose than you."
Stoneheart, who up to this moment had been standing erect in the middle of the cell, seated himself on a bison's skull, and rested his rifle across his knees.
"Did you not expect to see Zopilote when I burst into your cell?"
"I did expect Zopilote: you have guessed it, muchacho."
"Having finished, with his assistance, the ruffianly deeds of yesterday and today, you two are anxious to concoct the treason you meditate tomorrow."
"On my soul, muchacho, you are incomprehensible!"
"The devil I am! Then your apprehension is dull today."
"Perhaps it is: but oblige me by explaining your meaning."
"I will; however, attempt no denial: only a few minutes ago I learned the whole story through the gossiping of the very men who were with you."
"If you know all, why do you come here to question me?"