Do you understand--to seek HIM--the Coyote!" Carroll smiled a faint smile of relief--"So--the Coyote!" "Ay," said the old man, in a confidential whisper; "the Coyote! But not the big one--you understand--the little one.

The big one is dead--dead--dead! But the little one lives yet.

You shall do for HIM what I, Pereo--listen--" he glanced around the room furtively--"what I--the good old Pereo, did for the big one! Good, it is a Providence.
Come!" Of the terrible thoughts that crossed Carroll's mind at this unexpected climax one alone was uppermost.

The trembling irresponsible wretch before him meditated some vague crime--and Maruja was in danger.

He did not allow himself to dwell upon any other suspicion suggested by that speech; he quickly conceived a plan of action.