"The boy is gone! escaped.
Luiz, Pedro, in what manner have you watched!" He rushed to the sentinel on the right, Luiz, and struck him sharply across the back with the flat of his sword.
"Wretch!" he cried, "you have slept!" and he struck him again.
Luiz did not stir, even under the sharp blow.

He remained, sitting on the log, back to his chief, shoulders bent forward, as if he were in a slumber too profound to be disturbed by anything short of a crash of thunder in his ear.

Alvarez, furious with anger, seized him by the shoulder and dragged him back.

Then he uttered another cry, in which rage and surprise were mingled in equal portions.

But Luiz, the sentinel, still said nothing.