"After all, why should I not tell you? There is, I think, in a country a long distance from here, a savage and ferocious race called the Sioux?"
"Yes, and they are precious scoundrels, I can assure you, señorita; but I do not see what connection there is—"
"You shall see," she sharply interrupted him. "I wish that the girl you carry off tomorrow shall be handed over as a slave to the Sioux."
This proposition was so monstrous, that Pedro Sandoval could not refrain from a glance of stupefaction at the young Spaniard.
"You have heard me," she continued.
"Yes, but I should prefer killing her: it would be sooner done, and the poor girl would suffer less."
"Ah, you pity her!" she said with a demoniac smile; "the fate I reserve for her, then is very atrocious? Well, that is exactly what I want; she must live and suffer for a long time."
"This woman must have terribly insulted you?"
"More than I can tell you."
"Reflect on the horrible punishment to which you condemn her."