THE CONFESSION.
Tranquil attentively listened to the girl's story with drooping head and frowning brows; when she had finished, he looked at her for a moment enquiringly.
"Is that all?" he asked her.
"All," she answered timidly.
"And Lanzi, my poor Lanzi, have you no news of him?"
"None. We heard two shots, the furious galloping of several horses, the war-cry of the Apaches, and then all became silent again."
"What can have become of him?" the tigrero muttered sadly.
"He is resolute, and seems to me conversant with desert life," Loyal Heart said.
"Yes," Tranquil replied, "but he is alone."
"That is true," said the hunter; "alone against fifty, perhaps."