"Well, Tyro," the painter asked him, "you have nothing to complain of, I hope? Upon my word, this path is wild."
"Too wild, my friend," answered the Indian, shaking his head. "This disorder is too well managed to be real."
"Oh, oh! And what makes you suppose that, my friend? I see, absolutely, nothing to suspect."
"That is because you do not look above you, my friend. In the desert, and especially in the mountain, a track is marked in the trees, and not on the ground."
"But as to ourselves, It appears to me we simply follow the path."
"And we are wrong, my friend. On our entrance into the wood, we ought only to have advanced from branch to branch on the trees; our horses will betray us. Unhappily, what you and I could do, with some chance of success, the ladies who accompany us could not attempt."
"If what you say is very true, our efforts will only end in retarding our capture."
"Perhaps so, perhaps not, my friend; if God only gives us till tomorrow at noon, we shall probably be saved."
"How is that?"
"Look here; this path goes towards the desert of the Frentones. The Frentones are, especially, enemies of the whites, to whatever country they belong; but they are good and hospitable to travellers. If we succeed in reaching their territory, we shall be comparatively in safety."
"Very good; and you expect to reach this territory tomorrow?"
"No; but we shall find ourselves nearly on the banks of the river Primero, and might set ourselves adrift on a raft."
"Pardieu!" joyously cried the young man, "That is a happy idea? It would be very unfortunate if, with so many chances of success, we do not escape."
"You know the people against whom we have to fight. Believe me, we are not saved yet."
"That is true; but, on the other hand, you see everything on the bright side."
"What a life would ours be if we could not brighten it up now and then!" pursued the young man.
CHAPTER VI
COMPLICATIONS
The same day, and nearly at the same hour, when Emile Gagnepain quitted the Valle del Tambo, a little troop, composed of seven or eight horsemen, followed a path a little distant from the encampment of the Guaycurus.
These travellers, well mounted and well armed, appeared to be Indians. A woman, or rather a young girl, accompanied them.
This young girl appeared to be of the age of fifteen years at the most. Graceful and sprightly, she allowed to float in disorder the silken ringlets, of her long blue-black hair upon her fair shoulders, slightly browned by the sun, which had given her complexion, a golden tint. Her fine skin, under which could be seen the course of the veins, preserved still the velvet down of youth; her features were beautiful, her eyes sparkling with humour; and her laughing mouth was formed with rare perfection.
She wore the costume of the women of the Guaycurus, that is to say, a long robe of striped cotton cloth fastened at the hips by the ayulate, that symbolical girdle that these women wear before marriage. A large mantle of the same stuff as the robe, which could, in case of need, cover her whole body, rested at this moment on the croup of her horse; little silver rings, strung together, formed a kind of necklace which she wore on her neck; metal plates; bearing different figures covered her breast, and golden half-hoops were suspended from her ears.
Her delicate little feet, aristocratically arched, were, imprisoned in elegant buskins or half-boots, made with the fibres of the palm tree.
The cavalier, who travelled side by side with the young girl, bore a striking resemblance to her. His features were fine and intelligent, his forehead and his eyes black and well opened. Although he wore the complete costume of the Guaycurus warrior, he was not tattooed, nor had paint in any way soiled the whiteness his skin.
Although his height was scarcely above the average, his limbs slight, and his manners rather effeminate, it was easy to perceive that this elegant exterior was united to an ardent soul and a brave heart.
The other warriors composing the little troop were hard-featured men, with bronzed complexions, and of ferocious aspect, forming a perfect contrast with the two persons whom we have tried to describe.
"Shall we arrive soon, brother?" asked the young girl, at the moment when we enter on the scene.
"Soon, I hope," distractedly replied the warrior. "The indications we have bad appear to me to be favourable."
"Do you know, brother for what reason the Cougar has sent for us?"
"I do not know," answered the young man, with some hesitation; "the Cougar is a prudent chief, who does nothing without having maturely reflected on it."