"To be sure," the senator replied; "we are old friends."
"I am not the friend of the Huincas," the Indian said, sternly.
"I mean," Don Ramón corrected himself, "we are old acquaintances."
"Good! what is the Chiapla doing here?"
"Hum!" the senator said; "I am doing nothing."
"Let the paleface reply clearly; a chief is questioning him," Black Stag said, frowning.
"I ask no better," Don Ramón replied, in a conciliating tone. "Question me."
"Where is the paleface going?"
"Where am I going? When you stopped me I was preparing to cross the Bio Bio."
"Good! And when you had crossed the Bio Bio?"