"Thank God," I answered, "for I begin to feel fatigued."
"Yes," said he to me, "you have not yet become used to long journeys; but patience, in a few days you will think nothing of it."
"I hope so."
"By-the-bye," said he, as if the thought suddenly occurred to him, "you have not yet told me the name of the pícaro who abandoned you."
"Robbing me of a gun, a sabre, and a horse—things for which I have ceased to grieve."
"How is that?"
"Why, because it is probable that the bribón will not bring them back to me."
"You are wrong to think that; although the desert may be large, a rascal cannot so easily conceal himself there as you think."
"What good would it do to find him?"
"You do not know what may happen; perhaps someday I shall come across him."