Hitting her horse sharply with her chicote, she started at a gallop, and kept by Don Pablo's side. The two riders went on thus for some time without exchanging a syllable. Each of them seemed afraid of opening the conversation, feeling in what direction it must turn. Still galloping side by side, they at length reached a spot where two paths forked. White Gazelle checked her horse, and stretched out her arm in a northerly direction. "I am going there," she said.
"So am I," Don Pablo remarked, without hesitation.
The young woman looked at him with a surprise too natural not to be feigned.
"Where are you going, then?" she went on.
"Where you are," he said again.
"But I am going to Bloodson's camp."
"Well, so am I; what is there so amazing in that?"
"Nothing; how does it concern me?" she said with a significant pout.
"You will, therefore, permit me, Niña, to accompany you to your destination."
"I cannot and will not prevent you from following me; the road is free, caballero," she drily replied.