"That will do. Conduct us thither. Tomorrow, at sunrise, we will set forward in our march."
"Is that all?"
"That is all."
"Good night."
And the hunter withdrew.
"What I admire in the Babbler," said the Captain, with a smile, "is that his conversation never tires you."
"I should like it much better if he spoke more," said the doctor, shaking his head. "I always suspect people who are so afraid of saying too much; they generally have something to conceal."
The guide, after leaving the tent, joined his companions, with whom he began to talk in a low voice, but in a very animated manner.
The night was magnificent; the travellers, assembled in front of the tent, were chatting together, and smoking their cigars.
Doña Luz was singing one of those charming Creole songs, which are so full of sweet melody and expression.