"Other warriors have joined it?"
"No, they are travellers; whites."
"Whites?"
"Yes, six of them."
"Ah," cried the Montonero, with a strange expression, "white travellers in these parts, at this time of the year, is very singular; perhaps they are enemies, who have been surprised by you, as I myself have been."
"No, they are visitors; they have, of their own accord, presented themselves to us and claimed our aid."
"And?" said he, with ill-concealed anxiety.
"We have received them according to the laws of Indian hospitality; they are our brothers, and Arnal insisted that we should treat them as such."
"Confound it!" cried the Montonero, stamping with rage, as he rose.
"Is this news bad, then, for my brother?" asked Gueyma.