"I have them."
"Truly?"
"On my honour."
"Follow me, then, and within two hours you shall see Bloodson."
The ranchero quivered, and a smile of joy lit up his bronzed countenance as he leaped on his horse.
"Let us be off," he said.
In the meanwhile, day had surrendered to night, the sun had long been set, and an immense number of stars studded the heavenly vault; the travellers rode on silently side by side.
"Shall we soon arrive?" Andrés Garote asked.
White Gazelle stretched out her arm in the direction they were following, and pointed at a light flashing a short distance off through the trees.
"There it is," she said.