"Whatever direction you take," answered he, frowning, "that which I take is diametrically opposite to it."
"That is enough, señor," answered Mataseis, in an offended tone.
"Do not misunderstand my words," resumed Don Pablo, who saw his mistake; "the success of the affair in which we are engaged demands that no one should know of the relations which exist between us. Otherwise, I should be delighted and honoured by taking advantage, for a longer time, of your agreeable company."
The gauchos bowed deferentially. Matters being thus arranged on a good footing, Don Pablo hastened to saddle his horse, and immediately leaped on his back.
"Adieu, señores," said he, bowing slightly to them. "Before separating, permit me to say a last word."
"Speak, señor."
"Well, if I am satisfied with the way in which you shall accomplish your mission, bear this in mind—the twenty-five ounces that I have given you shall not be taken from the sum I have promised you—you understand? Au revoir."
And spurring his horse, he emerged from the thicket, leaving the gauchos there, in a state of jubilation impossible to describe.
"Eh! Eh!" cried Mataseis, rubbing his hands; "this day's work has not been bad—what do you say, my dear fellow?"
"I think it is capital," answered Sacatripas.