She could take refuge at the Puye without hesitation, and claim the protection of her warrior.

In case she afterward felt like tying herself to one man only, there was no doubt in her mind that a domestic animal of the _genus_ husband could easily be found.

How often could she have been married at the Rito, had the men not looked upon her as a witch! The friend whom she had now secured among the Tehuas called himself Cayamo.

Thus much she had guessed, and guessed rightly.

But would she be able to recognize him after his face was washed and the military undress exchanged for that of civil life?
Never mind, she had noted the paintings on his shield, and that was enough.