human
What is it? asks Aguara, the first to speak, addressing himself to the Indian who gave out the cry.
gpt
You appear to apprehend danger?
human
And danger there is, chief, returns the other.
gpt
Look yonder! He points to the level line between earth and sky, in the direction towards which they are travelling.
human
Do you not see something?
gpt
No, nothing.
human
Not that brown-coloured stripe just showing along the sky's edge, low, as if it rested on the ground?
gpt
Ah, yes; I see that. Only a little mist over the river, I should say.
human
Not that, chief. It's a cloud, and one of a sort to be dreaded. See! it's rising higher, and, it I'm not mistaken, will ere long cover the whole sky.
gpt
But what do you make of it? To me it looks like smoke.
human
No; it isn't that either. There's nothing out that way to make fire-- neither grass nor trees; therefore, it can't be smoke.
gpt
What, then? You appear to know!
human
I do. 'Tis _dust_.
gpt
Dust! A drove of wild horses? Or may they be mounted? Ah! you think it's a party of Guaycurus?
human
No, indeed. But something we may dread as much--ay, more--than them. If my eyes don't deceive me, that's a _tormenta_.
gpt
Ha! exclaims the young cacique, at length comprehending.
human
A _tormenta_, you think it is?