At any rate, he was not prepared to slay them, did not wish to slay them.
Arana spoke vigorously, pointing out to the cacique all the kindliness that had attended our first intercourse.

The unhappinesses of February, March and April he attributed to real demons, not to our own fiend but to small powers at large, maleficent and alarmed, heathen powers in short, jealous of the introduction of the Holy Catholic religion.
Guacanagari seemed to understand about these powers.

He looked relieved.
But Guarin who was with him regarded the sea and I saw his lip curl.
The commandant wished to know if there were any danger of Caonabo, alone, descending upon us from the mountains.

But no! Maguana and Guarico were friends.

They had not always been so, but now they were friends.