"We shall soon see;" and he dragged his companion behind a thick bush, where they crouched for concealment.
"Cock your rifle, Estevan. Who can tell whom we may have to meet?"
The mayor domo obeyed. Both kept motionless, expecting the arrival of the individual, whose steps were now clearly distinguishable.
During the last hour, the path our adventurers were pursuing had gradually begun to rise, with frequent turnings—a sure proof that they were quitting the swamps, and approaching the region which was free from reptiles.
Stoneheart soon saw a shadow thrown across an angle in the path, and immediately afterwards a man appeared. Stoneheart recognised him directly by his tall stature and long white beard. It was the Tigercat. Stoneheart whispered a few words in his companion's ear, and, drawing himself together, bounded at one spring into the middle of the path. The Tigercat showed no surprise at this sudden apparition. "I was coming to look for you," he said calmly, as he halted.
"Then your task is finished," said Stoneheart, "for here I am."
"No, it is not ended; for, while you show yourself in my camp, I shall go to yours."
"You think so?" said Stoneheart, with a mocking laugh.
"Certainly. Do you think to bar my passage?"
"Why not? Is it not mine to settle affairs between us?"