"A wish to see you, gossip," the other answered, as he carelessly struck a light for the cigarette he had just finished rolling.
"Nonsense! Only that?" the stranger continued.
"What other motive could I have, Master Sandoval?"[1]
"Who knows?" the other said with a shake of his head; "Life has such strange changes."
"This time you are mistaken. Nothing disagreeable forces me to pay you a visit."
"That is more and more extraordinary. Then, you have come on your own accord, nothing compelling you to do so?"
"I do not say that, for my visit necessarily has a motive. Still, it is not at all of the nature you suppose."
"Canarios! I am glad to see that I am not so far from the truth as it appeared at first."
"All the better!"
"But why did not you come straight to our encampment, if you were seeking us, as you say?"