To guard against anything which might happen, the captain held himself on his guard; the critical moment had arrived to contend with artifice against those whom he wished to deceive. He prepared himself to sustain bravely the shock, whatever it might be, with which he was threatened. Arrived at about four paces from the thicket, in the midst of which the captain had placed himself--motionless and silent as a block of granite--the unknown rover stopped. For some seconds there was perfect silence, during which one could almost have heard the brave soldier's heart beating. He could not, by reason of the darkness, see his enemy, but he guessed where he was, and became very uneasy, considering his silence and his stillness as a bad omen. On a sudden the cry of an owl was heard in the air twice repeated. Perfectly modulated as this imitation was, the ear of an Indian could not be deceived. The captain understood that this cry was a signal from his unknown visitor; but to whom was it addressed? Was it to him, or was it to some warriors ensconced in the neighbouring thickets? Perhaps the precautions of Diogo had not been well taken; the knot which tied the cord round the neck of the warrior whom he had killed had perhaps come undone, the body had floated, and the Guaycurus, perceiving the corpse, had discovered the treason, and were coming at this moment to avenge their brother by killing his assassin. These various thoughts crossed the mind of the soldier like a flash of lightning; however, it was necessary to act, any hesitation would have ruined him. So, recommending himself to fate, the captain made a desperate effort, and, in his turn, imitated twice the cry of the owl. He then waited with anxiety the result of this desperate attempt, not daring to believe in its success. This uncertainty was short; almost at the same instant the man, whoever he might be, who was concealed near the thicket, raised his voice. He spoke in the Guaycurus language, which Diogo not only understood, but spoke with race perfection. "My brother, has the Grand Sarigue seen the whites?" "No." "Good! Come." After having exchanged these few words, Don Diogo obeyed the injunction that was thus given him, and boldly came out of the thicket, although, despite the success of his stratagem, he did not feel himself completely reassured. The Indian, whom he recognised at the first glance to be Tarou Niom himself, was so convinced he was dealing with one of his own warriors, that he did not even give himself the trouble to examine him. Moreover, the chief appeared to be preoccupied. "These dogs, then, have not ventured to scour the plain during the darkness?" asked he. "No," answered Diogo, "they remain together like poltroon dogs, they do not dare to stir." "I thought them more brave and skilful. They have with them a man who knows the desert well--a traitor, as to whom I reserve myself to put hot coals into his eyes, and cut out his lying tongue."