"Bah!" the other said, "'Tis the fortune of war; therefore I do not complain about it:" the squatter continued, drawing his comrade to the entrance of the grotto. "And now, gossip, answer me, if you please; what do you think of my proposal? You have had time for reflection, I suppose?"
"Cascaras!—it did not require much reflection to see that it was a good bargain."
"You accept," Red Cedar said, with a movement of joy.
"If I were to be master, I should not make the slightest difficulty, but—"
"Hang it, there is a but."
"You know very well there always is one."
"That is true; and what is the but?"
"Oh, less than nothing; we must merely submit the question to the Niña."
"That is true: I did not think of that."
"You see now."