"He will protect us, be assured."
Brighteye helped the young man into the saddle; against the hunter's previsions, he kept firm and upright. "Now," he said, "take up your jaguar's skin, and let us be off."
"Where are we going?"
"To the camp; Marksman will be greatly astonished to see me, when he believes me to be half dead."
Brighteye silently followed the young man; he gave up any further attempts to understand this strange character.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH.
In spite of Don Miguel's firm will to overcome the pain, the horse's movement occasioned him a degree of suffering which made his features quiver, and drops of cold perspiration stand on his face, which was pale as that of a corpse; at times his sight troubled him, he found everything turning around him, he tottered in his saddle, and held on convulsively to his horse's mane through fear of falling.
"Stupid matter," he muttered in a hoarse voice, "shall I not succeed in conquering you?"