"¡Caray!" the hunter exclaimed, as he rubbed his hands merrily, "That is what I call being in luck's way, arriving just in time for an expedition."
"Which will probably be serious," the general resumed.
"All the better; there will be something to gain in that case."
At this moment the provost marshal appeared at the door of the jacal, accompanied by a dozen soldiers.
"Caballero," the general said to him, "I confide this prisoner to you, for whom I hold you responsible. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly, General," the provost answered respectfully. "Come, my men, seize the fellow."
The majordomo was led away by the soldiers. During the whole time the Indian had remained in the jacal, he had been cold and stoical, as if what was going on around him did not affect him in the least. As he went out he gave a sarcastic glance at the company and smiled contemptuously.
"I must watch that villain," the hunter said to himself, "he is surely meditating some Indian devilry."
A noise of men and horses, followed by the clang of arms, informed the general that his orders had been carried out.
"Let us be off, señores," he said.