Are you sure this place you speak of is unknown to the Spaniards ?" "Quite.

It is known only to a few wandering Indians and fugitive slaves.
We can stay here till sunrise.

It is impossible to follow the Indian trail by night, even with such a moon as this." After we had partly ridden, partly walked (for we were several times compelled to dismount) about a mile along the bed of the stream, which was hemmed in between impenetrable walls of tall trees and dense undergrowth, Gahra, who was leading, called out: "This way!" and vanished into what looked like a hole, but proved to be a cleft in the bank so overhung by vegetation as to be well-nigh invisible.
It was the entrance to a passage barely wide enough to admit a horse and his rider, yet as light as a star-gemmed mid-night, for the leafy vault above us was radiant with fireflies, gleaming like diamonds in the dark hair of a fair woman.
But even with this help it was extremely difficult to force our way through the tangled undergrowth, which we had several times to attack, sword in hand, and none of us were sorry when Gahra announced that we had reached the end.
"_Por todos los santos!_ But this is fairyland!" exclaimed Carmen, who was just before me.

"I never saw anything so beautiful." He might well say so.

We were on the shore of a mountain-tarn, into whose clear depths the crescent moon, looking calmly down, saw its image reflected as in a silver mirror.