"Alas!" murmured the young man, with sadness, "I am unhappily unable to be of service to them."
"Perhaps, my friend."
Emile quickly brightened up.
"You know something, do you not, my good Tyro?" cried he, with anxiety.
"I must say nothing yet, my friend; be patient You shall soon know all."
The young man sighed.
"I have seen Don Pablo," said he.
"Ah!" said the Guaraní, with curiosity.
"I shall assist at the interview."
"Good!" cried the Indian, joyfully rubbing his hands together; "So much the better, Don Pablo has not made any difficulties?"