"Certainly."
"Well, I am convinced that this accursed mameluco is quietly leading us to some trap that he has artfully prepared."
"That is very serious, you know," answered the marquis, in a reflective tone.
"Very serious indeed, your lordship. Malco is a sertanejos, and in the language of the desert, Sertão is the synonym of treason."
"Well, I avow to you the suspicions you utter do not astonish me."
"I am happy, my lord, to see you share my opinion."
"What! You have no suspicions?" cried the marquis.
"No, I am certain."
"Certain! And you have told me nothing of it up to the present time?"
"I am morally certain, but it would be impossible to prove what I advance at the present time."