"Well?" Don Stefano asked him, when the Gambusino had made a sign that he could speak.
Domingo, obeying the order he had received from Brighteye, concisely related to him all that had happened in the prairie. On learning that the Canadian had succeeded in meeting Marksman, Don Stefano gave a start of joy, and began listening to the Gambusino's story with increasing interest. When the latter at last finished, or at any rate remained silent, he asked him—"Is that all?"
"All," the other answered.
Don Stefano drew out his purse, and took from it several gold pieces, which he handed to Domingo; the latter took them with a gesture of pleasure.
"Did Brighteye give you no message for me?" the Mexican asked again.
The other seemed to reflect for a moment. "Ah!" he said, "I forgot; the hunter bade me tell you, Excellency, not to leave the camp."
"Do you know the reason of this recommendation?"
"Certainly; he intends to join the Cuadrilla this evening at the ford of the Rubio."
The Mexican's brow grew dark. "You are sure of that?" he said.
"That is what he said to me."