"You will soon know. I hope I may be deceived. Speak, I am listening to you."
"This is what Doña Luz begged me to repeat to you——"
"Was it Doña Luz that sent you to me?"
"Herself!"
"Has anything serious taken place at the camp, then?"
"Ah! why, yes; and that, perhaps, may make it more important than I at first imagined. This is what has happened: Last night one of our guides——"
"The Babbler?"
"The same. Do you know him?"
"Yes. Go on."
"Well! It appears that the man was plotting with another bandit of his own sort, to deliver up the camp to the Indians. Doña Luz, most probably by chance, overheard the conversation of these fellows, and, at the moment they were passing her, she fired two pistols at them, quite close."