"I know that you're wanted, but I'm no informer." "Oh, it's not on my account, not on my account!" exclaimed Elias with some vigor and haughtiness.

"It's on your own account.

I fear nothing from men." Ibarra's surprise increased.

The tone in which this rustics--formerly a pilot--spoke was new and did not seem to harmonize with either his condition or his fortune.

"What do you mean ?" he asked, interrogating that mysterious individual with his looks.
"I do not talk in enigmas but try to express myself clearly; for your greater security, it is better that your enemies think you unsuspecting and unprepared." Ibarra recoiled.