"Reassure yourself, señor Padre, it will not be a demon, though he may possibly have some moral and physical resemblance with the evil spirit; the guide I refer to is very simply a Carib."
"Ah!" said the monk drawing a deep breath, as if a heavy weight had been removed from his chest, "If he is really a Carib."
"Zounds! Who the deuce would you have it be?" Fray Arsenio crossed himself devoutly.
"Excuse me," he said, "I did not wish to insult you."
"Come, come, have patience, I will go myself and fetch the promised guide, for I see that you are really in a hurry to part company."
L'Olonnais rose, took his fusil, whistled to a bloodhound, and went off at a rapid pace.
"You will now be able," said Lepoletais, "to continue your journey without fear of going astray."
"Has that worthy caballero really gone to fetch me a guide, as he promised?" Fray Arsenio asked, who did not dare to place full confidence in the engagé's word.
"Hang it! I know no other reason why he should leave the boucan."
"Then you are really a buccaneer, señor?"