Any resistance was impossible, and if it had not been, Don Ramón was not the man to have attempted it; hence he obeyed, and his horse was led away.
"The paleface will follow me," Black Stag commanded.
"Hum!" said Don Ramón, "where are you going?"
"To the Toqui and the Great Eagle of the Whites."
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" said Don Ramón to himself.
The warriors led their prisoner among the coppice. After a short ascent they arrived at the camp. General Bustamente and Antinahuel were conversing as they walked about.
"What have you there?" asked the general.
"A prisoner," Black Stag replied.
"Eh, what!" said the general, "it is my honourable friend, Don Ramón!"
"Yes—worse luck—"