"My father is satisfied," he said—"that is enough."
"And my brother carried off the pale girl? Was he well paid for that?"
"The great cavale with the black eyes is generous," the Indian said, smiling.
"Ah! I knew it!" cried Don Tadeo, "still that woman!—still that demon!"
Louis rose and said, in a voice trembling with emotion, "My friend, Doña Rosario must be saved!"
"Thanks, boundless thanks, for your devotion, my friend!" said Don Tadeo; "but, you are very weak."
"Of what consequence is that!" the young man exclaimed eagerly. "Were I to perish in the task, I swear to you, Don Tadeo de León, by the honour of my name, that I will not rest till Doña Rosario is free."
"My friend," Don Tadeo said, "three men—three devoted men, are already on the trail of my daughter."
"Your daughter?" Louis said with astonishment.
"Alas! yes, my friend, my daughter! Why should I have any secrets from you? That blue-eyed angel is my daughter! the only joy left to me in this world."