"Don Tadeo is my brother's prisoner?"
"He is here."
"At last," she cried, triumphantly. "Then I will repay him all the tortures he has inflicted upon me."
"Yes; she is at liberty to make him undergo all the insults her inventive spirit can furnish her with."
"Oh!" she cried, in a voice that almost made the hardened chief shudder, "I will only inflict one punishment upon him, but it shall be terrible."
"But be careful, woman." Antinahuel replied; "be careful not to let your hatred carry you too far; this man's life is mine, and I will deprive him of it with my own hands."
"Oh!" she said, with a hideous, mocking laugh, "do not be afraid; I will return your victim to you safe and sound. I am not a man—my weapon is my tongue."
"Yes; but that weapon is double-edged,"
"I will restore him to you, I tell you."
"There," the chief replied, pointing to a hut made of branches; "but beware forget not what I said."