"Good!"
"I must warn you, however, that it is rather dangerous; however, I counted on you."
"Thanks," Cucharés answered, making a grimace which had some pretensions to resemble a smile. The truth is, the lepero would have preferred that his friend had not given him this proof of confidence. Don Martial continued,—
"We are going there;" and he extended his arm in the direction of the river.
"Where then? To the hacienda?"
"Yes."
"You wish us to be cut in pieces."
"How so?"
"Do you believe we shall reach the hacienda without being discovered?"
"We will try it at any rate."