"I ask nothing better," he replied, not knowing what he said.
"You love the squatter's daughter?" she said distinctly.
"Yes."
"You wish to save her?"
"Yes."
"I will help you."
There was a silence; these few words had been interchanged by the speakers with feverish rapidity.
"You are not deceiving me?" Don Pablo asked, timidly.
"No," she answered, frankly, "what good would it do me? You have given her your heart, and a man cannot love really twice; I will help you, I say."
The young man gazed at her with surprise mingled with terror. He remembered what an implacable foe White Gazelle had been to poor Ellen only a few months back, and suspected a snare. She guessed it, and a sorrowful smile played round her lips.