The former cast at him a look of hatred, but he could see by the countenance of his enemy that he would not hesitate to put his threat into execution. Then—thanks to that control which he had over himself—he brought back calmness to his features, which had been distorted by rage, and, bowing with a gracious smile—
"Be it so, I will do what you wish, Señor. Your noble generosity has conquered my obstinacy. Speak."
"Swear on your salvation, by Our Lady of Solitude, to be faithful to what you engage to do."
"I swear it, on my salvation, by Our Lady of Solitude."
This virgin, much venerated by the gauchos, the trappers, and other people of that kind, was—at least he thought so—the protectress of Don Pablo Pincheyra; he was very devoted towards her, and no consideration whatever would have induced him to violate an oath made in her name. Emile was aware of this circumstance.
"During three days from this time you will not take any steps against the two ladies confided to my care."
"I swear it."
At this moment a distant gallop was heard, and a troop of horsemen soon appeared at a considerable distance.
"Here are the persons whom you expect," pursued Emile; "I should like to be present at your interview with them."
"Very well, you shall be present at it Do you wish anything else?"