The count bowed to his guests and withdrew. Since his meeting with his betrothed he had not exchanged a word with her. In the courtyard he found the Hiaqui Indian smoking and walking lazily around. He went up to him.
"Here," he said, "are the ten piastres promised you."
"Thanks," said the Indian as he took them.
"Now, what are you going to do?"
"Rest myself till tomorrow; then join the men of my tribe."
"Are you in a great hurry to see them?"
"I? Not at all."
"Stay here, then."
"What to do?"
"I will tell you; perhaps I may need you within a few days."