"Ah?"
"Yes, and I should like to avenge myself, the more so, because I believe that I have the means in my hands at this moment."
"And who is that friend?"
"You know him as well as I do, señorita?"
"That is possible; but, unless his name be a secret—"
"Oh, no," the ranchero quickly interrupted her, "the man I mean is Fray Ambrosio."
The girl, at this name, began to take a great interest in the conversation.
"Fray Ambrosio!" she said, "What charge have you to bring against that worthy man?"
The ranchero looked the girl in the face to see if she were speaking seriously; but White Gazelle's face was cold and stern; he tossed his head.
"It is an account between him and me," he said, "which heaven will decide."