"What makes you suppose it?"
The ranchero shrugged his shoulders significantly; White Gazelle gave him one of those profound glances which read the heart.
"Listen," she said to him, as she laid her hand on his shoulder; "I can help you to find the man you seek."
"Bloodson?"
"Yes."
"Are you speaking seriously?" the gambusino asked, with a start of surprise.
"I could not be more serious; still, I must be sure that your statement is true."
Andrés Garote looked at her.
"Do you also owe Fray Ambrosio a grudge?" he asked her.
"That does not concern you," she answered; "we are not talking of myself, but of you. Have you these proofs? Yes, or no."