"You hear," the Canadian said simply.
"It is true," Don Miguel answered.
They resumed their march.
"Is this the way?" Brighteye said. "You remember what we agreed on, Don Miguel? I trust entirely to you to get into the city, and I do not exactly see what we shall do."
"I do not know much more myself," the young man responded. "I spent several hours today in carefully examining the walls, and fancied I noticed a spot where it would be rather easy for us to pass."
"Hum!" Brighteye remarked. "Your plan does not seem to me very good; it will probably result in broken bones."
"That is a chance to run."
"Of course; but, without offence, I should prefer something else, if it be possible."
"That prospect does not frighten you, I hope?"
"Not the least in the world. It is plain that the Indians cannot kill me; if they could, they would have done so long ago, seeing the time I have been in the desert."