"What can we do in the matter, my poor friend?"
"It only depends on yourself, my friend; here is what is to be done!"
"Let us have it then," answered the young man.
The Indian did not remark, or feigned not to remark, the tone in which this was said, and continued coldly:
"These Guaycurus warriors form a troop of at least two hundred men, enemies of the Spaniards. Either they will try to glide unperceived in the midst of the Montoneros who skirt the plains, or, if they cannot escape thus, they will open a passage at the point of their lances."
"Well!" said the young man, becoming attentive.
"Well, my friend, in joining them we shall follow their fortunes."
"But you forget one thing, my poor friend, and a very important thing."
"What is it, mi amo?"
"This; we cannot thus join ourselves to this troop; if we are sufficiently foolish to discover ourselves to it we shall be immediately taken prisoners."