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answered frankly, “Yes,” and appeared delighted to meet one who had come from the dear old place. “At the mission?” I queried. “Why, yes,” he replied, stepping forward as if to embrace an old friend. I motioned him back, for I did not share his flattering humor. “And you know Captain Pedro Samblich?” continued I. “Yes,” said the villain, who had killed a kinsman of Samblich⁠—“yes, indeed; he is a great friend of mine.” “I know it,” said I. Samblich had told me to shoot him on sight. Pointing to my rifle on the cabin, he wanted to know how many times it fired. “ Cuantos? ” said he. When I explained to him that that gun kept right on shooting, his jaw fell, and he spoke of getting away. I did not hinder him from going. I gave the squaws biscuits and beef, and one of them gave me several lumps of tallow in exchange, and I think it worth mentioning that she did not offer me the smallest pieces, but with some extra trouble handed me the largest of all the pieces in the canoe. No Christian could have done more. Before pushing off from the sloop the cunning savage asked for matches, and made as if to reach with the end of his spear the box