"No fear of that, señorita!"
"Very well; spite of the repulsion he causes, I will be polite to him, kind—I will even speak to him—"
"Why not at once?"
"Oh, not at once!"
"I say that is best, for it's a first-rate chance, the captain and the chiefs being out of the camp, and Joe the ruling spirit. Do you consent to receive him?"
"But I would rather—that is, a little preparation. Let me consult with this young lady."
"It is not her secret! Do you waver? Do you recoil?"
"No!" she cried, at the taunt, with a decisive tone, which startled and thrilled him; "Let him come! Go, bring him, Leon!"
"He waits yonder, as the sentry in my stead."
"Let him come, and heaven grant that you are not deceived!"