CHAPTER VII. 



THE CAT'S-EYES POMADE— AKMADILLO—LUCIEN AND THE CRUEL PERN 



—the fallen mountain— the wood-pecker — the basilisk — 

 l'encueeado's presh idea. 



<RING-ALET, who had been the first to give the alarm, 

 was also the first to go to sleep again. I could not help 

 waiting with some degree of anxiety for I'Encuerado's 

 return. In a quarter of an hour, as the Indian did not arrive, 

 I began to think that, confused by the darkness, he had missed 

 finding our bivouac. After having called him two or three times, 

 without receiving any answer, I was just going to fire oiF my gun, 

 so that the noise of the report might serve as a guide to him, 

 when I heard the sound of his guttural cry. 



" What on earth has possessed you to chase useless game at 

 this hour of the night ? " I cried, as he came into sight. 



" I felt bound to give these screeching animals a lesson, senor; 



