"Then you accept?"
"Certainly, only, as according to your admission these people are not aware of the rupture of the truce, and as it would not be honourable to attack them unawares, we will warn them to be on their guard."
A flash of fury darted from the eyes of the half-caste.
"And if after that warning they were to renounce their project?" asked he.
"Then they would be sure to withdraw without fear of being disturbed in their retreat," drily answered the Guaycurus.
Malco Diaz made a gesture of fury, but after a moment a smile of raillery played upon his lips.
[1] In Botocondo, tarou, sun, niom, to come—rising sun.