"Do you intend to cross over there soon, then?"
"Probably," he said with an equivocal smile.
"In that case we shall soon meet again."
"I hope so."
"Stay, Don Martial. Now that your clothes are dry, I should not like you to wet them again. Let us go and see if there be not a canoe about: you know the Indians leave them everywhere."
The Tigrero entered the grotto, and found there a canoe, with its paddles carefully balanced against the sides: he unscrupulously carried it out on his shoulders.
"By the way," he said, "why the deuce did you give me the meeting here?"
"Not to be disturbed. Would you have liked anyone to overhear our conversation?"
"I allow that. Good-by, then."
"Good-by."