The poor colt had risen; it was trembling all over, half dead with terror, and with its head buried between its front legs, it was standing up and uttering little plaintive cries.
"Hum!" Quoniam said, "poor innocent brute, it understands that it is lost."
"I hope not."
"The jaguar will strangle it."
"Yes, if we do not kill the brute first."
"By Jabus!" the Negro said, "I confess I should not be sorry if that wretched colt escaped."
"It will do so," the hunter answered; "I have chosen it for Carmela."
"Nonsense! Then why did you bring it here?"
"To make it used to the tiger."
"Well, that is an idea! Then I need not look any longer over there?"