"What must I do for that? I am ready to obey my sister."
"Is that really true?"
"Let my sister speak," said the chief.
"The tears of a poor girl can only render a great warrior like you sad!"
"That is truth," he remarked, mildly.
"Restore me to my friends!" she cried, in an excited manner.
Antinahuel drew back quite astounded, biting his lips with anger. The Linda burst into a loud laugh.
"You see," she said, "it is very easy for you to render her happy."
The chief knitted his brow still more ferociously.
"Come, brother," the Linda continued, "do not be angry; leave me to have a moment's chat with her."