"That is possible, and I wish it may be so, but I confess that I do not expect it; I will not attempt to dissuade you anymore; a fool cannot be prevented from committing folly."
"Thank you," the adventurer said with a laugh. The other shook his head mournfully.
"I am going to watch for my master," he continued; "he has great influence over the governor, and, if you are not hanged, I hope he will save you."
"I hope too that I shall not be hanged."
"¿Quién sabe?" the peon muttered.
The Canadian, who was not particularly pleased by these ill-omened prognostics, hastened to take leave of his croaking companion. The latter looked after him until he disappeared in the cabildo, after exchanging a few words with the sentry; then he returned very thoughtfully to the mesón, muttering—
"I don't care; I will not start till I know whether he is hung; it is surely the least I can do for a good Catholic like him."