"Caramba!" he answered with a laugh. "You are right, John Davis; I have had enough of that crawling."
"What!" the latter replied, in surprise; "Who are you that you know me so well?"
"A friend, Cuerpo de Cristo! So raise your rifle."
"A friend, a friend!" the American replied, without changing his position, "That is possible, and the sound of your voice is not unknown to me; but, no matter, whether friend or foe, tell me your name, for if you don't, I will keep you on the spot, as this is not the time for fishing."
"Viva Dios!" the young man said with a laugh, "That dear John is always prudent."
"I should hope so, but enough talking; your name, that I may know with whom I have to deal."
"What, do you not recognise the Jaguar?"
The American lowered his rifle, and the butt echoed on the ground.
"By Heaven!" he said joyously, "I suspected it was you, but did not dare believe it."
"Why not?" the young man asked as he approached.