"We shall be able to assure ourselves of that more easily directly, unless he thinks proper to keep out of our way."
"Well, let us go to him, in Heaven's name."
"Brother," Doña Clara objected, "what is the use of lengthening our journey, when we are so hurried?"
"That is true," the young man said.
"Reassure yourself, señora," the Major-domo observed; "that hillock is exactly on the road we must follow, and we cannot help passing it."
Doña Clara said no more, and the trio set out again.
They soon reached the mound, which they ascended at a gallop.
The Carib had not quitted the spot, but the riders stopped in stupor on perceiving that he was not alone.
The Indian, kneeling on the ground, appearing to be attending to a man stretched out before him, and who was beginning to regain his senses.
"Fray Arsenio!" Doña Clara exclaimed at the sight of this man. "Great Heavens! He is dead!"