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Between the Larch-tree hacienda and the Venta del Potrero, just half way between the two places, or at about forty miles from either, two men were sitting on the banks of a nameless stream, and conversing, as they supped on pemmican and a few boiled _camotes_.
These two men were Tranquil, the Canadian, and Quoniam, the Negro.