"Yes; but how shall we manage to get in?"
"Leave that all to me."
"Good. Then I will not trouble myself about it further; but there is another matter."
"What now?"
"We are not presentable in this state," the hunter said, pointing, with a laugh, to his attire; "by painting my face and hands, I might pass at a push; but you cannot."
"That is true. Well, let me alone, I will prepare an Indian dress with which you can find no fault. During that time, do you disguise yourself in your way."
"It will soon be done."
"And mine too."
The two men rose, delighted, though probably from different reasons. Brighteye was happy at going to his friend's assistance, while Don Miguel only thought of Doña Laura, whom he hoped to see again. At the moment they rose, Don Mariano stopped them. "Are you speaking seriously, Caballeros?" he asked them.
"Certainly," they answered, "most seriously."