"Probably because I am here," the lepero said with a grin.
"That is true; but as I am in a hurry, and my brother does not wish to answer me, I am going to kill him."
Saying this in a tone which admitted of no tergiversation, the Black Bear raised his knife. The lepero saw well enough that, if he did not obey the Indian, he was lost, and his hesitation ceased as if by enchantment.
"What do you want of me?" he said.
"The truth."
"Question me."
"My brother will answer?"
"Yes."
"Good! Where is the Great Buffalo?"
"There," he said, pointing in the direction of the hacienda.