"Of course," the Canadian remarked, laughingly, "this caballero, who arrived so fortunately, was a friend of yours?"
"Only an acquaintance, father," she said, with a slight blush.
"Ah! very good."
"But he is a great friend of yours—at least, I suppose so."
"Hum! And pray do you know his name, my child?"
"Of course," she replied, quickly.
"And what is it, may I ask, if you have no objection to tell me?"
"None at all; he is called the Jaguar."
"Oh, oh!" the hunter continued, with a frown, "What could he have to do at the venta?"
"I do not know, father; but he said a few words in a low voice to the men of whom I have told you, who immediately left the talk, mounted their horses, and started at a gallop without making the slightest remark."