"Oxen, bullocks, and generally all animals that serve for food, are extremely dear."
"Ah!"
"O dear, yes! You understand that people in that country pay great attention to finding gold, and very little to seeking food."
"Quite correct."
"So my friend reasoned thus."
"Which friend?"
"The hunter, Don Louis."
"Don Louis?"
"Yes, the man who three years back, when the bandits attacked you, arrived so opportunely, and whom I have never quitted since."
Doña Angela experienced such a startling emotion that her face suddenly turned pale. Don Cornelio, busied with his story, did not perceive the effect the accidental mention of that name produced, but continued,—