"The result—here it is, Señor; you have been betrayed."
"¡Vive Dios! I feared so; you know the traitor?"
"I know him."
"Good!" said he, joyfully rubbing his hands; "you will no doubt tell me his name."
"It is useless, Señor; I intend to chastise him myself."
"As you please. I should, however, have much liked to give myself that pleasure."
"Believe me, Señor—you or me—he will lose nothing," pursued the Indian, with an accent of hatred it would be impossible to render.
"I will not cavil any longer with you on that; let us return to our business; I am sufficiently embarrassed at this moment."
The Indian smiled.
"Do you not know me then, Don Santiago?" said he; "The evil has been repaired as far as it is possible."