"Then, you were wrong," the other said, yawning fit to dislocate his jaw; "I am going to sleep, so good night."
And he tried to lie down again, but the young man prevented him. "A pretty time for sleeping," he said as he dragged away the other's zarapé; in which he tried in vain to wrap himself.
"Why, you must be mad to annoy me so," he said furiously; "has anything fresh happened?"
Don Pablo told him what he had done; the gambusino listened with the most profound attention, and when he had finished scratched his head with embarrassment as he said, "Demonios! that is serious—excessively serious; all lovers are madmen. You have spoiled our expedition."
"Do you think so?"
"Canelo! I am sure of it; Red Cedar is an old scoundrel, as cunning as an opossum. Now that he is put on his guard, it will take a clever fellow to catch him."
Don Pablo looked at him in consternation.
"What is to be done?" he said.
"Be off, that is the safest; you can understand that the squatter is now on his guard?"
There was rather a lengthened silence between the two speakers.