Turning as she addressed me, I glanced up, holding the untied rope in my hand.
"You fear Spaniards may be near," she said quickly, as if she had deciphered my hidden thought.
"No, Madame," I replied, scarcely able to conceal astonishment at her penetration, yet eager to quiet alarm, particularly as I had no occasion for uneasiness.

"I merely feel a curiosity to examine that odd rock beside the entrance--the one we passed on the right." "Geoffrey Benteen," she said firmly, stepping down the sloping bank until she stood beside me, "there is no occasion for your attempting deceit with me.

Besides, you are too open-hearted a man to deceive any one.

I have noticed your glances, and interpreted your thoughts, ever since we turned into this stream.

I am certain you fear at this moment we have been beguiled into a trap.