"I speak the truth; Don Louis is not dead," the Ulmen replied, in such an imposing voice that it carried conviction to the wounded heart of the young man.
"Oh!" he cried, impetuously, and springing up, "he lives!—is that possible?"
"He has received two wounds."
"Two wounds!"
"Yes, but my brother can be comforted, they are not dangerous; in a week, at latest, they will be cured."
Valentine remained for an instant stupefied by this good news, after the catastrophe which the peons and arrieros had announced to him.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, throwing himself into the arms of the chief, whom he pressed with a kind of frenzy to his breast, "it is true, is it not?—his life is not in danger?"
"No, no, my brother can reassure himself; loss of blood alone reduced him to the state of torpor into which he fell. I will answer for his recovery."
"Thanks! thanks, chief! I can see him, may I not?"
"He is asleep."