"Is that all?"
"It is all."
"Listen to me in your turn, then, paleface. I accept your conditions, but I must tell you mine."
"Speak."
"I will not re-enter the hacienda save with the eagle feather in my war-tuft, at the head of my warriors, and that before the sun has thrice set behind the lofty peaks of the mountains of the day."
"You are boasting, Apache; it is impossible for you to enter the hacienda save by treachery."
"We shall see;" and smiling with a sinister air, he added, "the singing bird will go into the hut of an Apache chief to cook his game."
The Mexican shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
"Try to take the hacienda and carry off the maiden," he said.
"I will try. Your hand."