"The master has nothing to teach Tyro," said he, with a smile; "the Indian knows all."
"What!" cried the young man, with a start of surprise; "You know all!"
"Yes," he merely said.
"Pardieu!" pursued the artist; "For the curiosity of the thing, I would not be sorry if you were to inform me how far extends that 'all' of which you so confidently speak."
"That is easy; let the master listen."
Then, to the extreme astonishment of the young man, Tyro related to him, without omitting the least detail, all that he had done since his arrival at San Miguel de Tucuman.
However, by degrees Emile, by a great effort, succeeded in regaining his coolness, reflecting with inward satisfaction that this recital, so complete in other respects, had one omission—an important omission for him; it stopped at that very morning. Tyro knew nothing of the adventure of the Callejón de las Cruces.
But fearing that this omission merely arose from forgetfulness, he resolved to assure himself of it.
"Well," said he, "all that you relate is correct, but you forget to speak about my walks through the town."
"Oh, as to that," answered the Indian, with a smile, "it is useless to occupy myself with that. The master passes all his time in a reverie, looking up at the sky and gesticulating as he walks. At the end of two days it was found that it was not worthwhile to follow him."