"Well, behind this wood was some very thick shrubbery, that we also crossed."
"We were told to be in a thicket in the midst of which there is a larch tree."
"Very good. Look carefully round you; we are in the thicket, and there is the larch tree behind us."
"Upon my word, I confess that I had not remarked it. On the first branch of the tree there ought to be a cross."
"Look, my dear fellow, look," answered Mataseis.
"¡Caray! I will have the matter cleared up," cried Sacatripas, rising and going towards the tree.
In a minute he returned.
"Honour to you!" he said; "You follow a track like a Pampas Indian; the cross is there."
"Did I not tell you so?" answered Mataseis.
"It is true," humbly answered the other, "but I did not like to believe you."