"You will soon do so."
"I confess that I should be glad of it."
There was again silence, during which they continued to advance. They had left the hill of Guetzalli about two musket shots behind them, and reached a sort of creek, which through the windings of the river, was almost parallel with the back of the hacienda, whose gloomy and imposing mass rose before them. Don Martial stopped.
"We have arrived," he said.
"At last!" the lepero muttered with a sigh of satisfaction.
"I mean to say," the Tigrero went on, "that the easiest part of our expedition is ended."
"We are making an expedition then?"
"By Jove! Do you fancy, then, my good fellow, that I am marching along the banks of the Gila merely for amusement?"
"That surprised me, too."
"Now our expedition will speedily commence in reality."